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Unparalleled Artist: Unlikely Hero

Following his father's murder, Wu Ling's mother returned to the life of a courtesan, disguising her young son as a girl to take refuge in the Bamboo Silk House, a women's only sect dedicated to the arts. Now, as his powers awaken, he'll find himself torn between protecting his family and the goals of powerful cultivators who see him as a means to an end. "Wu Ling, I've accepted a marriage proposal on your behalf," the bewitching Hall Master of the Bamboo Silk House declared. "When you enter the Inner Sect, you'll enter under the name 'Hua Qianhu', fiancee of a young lord of the Liang family." "Hall Master, that's impossible!" Wu Ling protested. "Even if you ignore my relationship with Meifeng, I might have dressed well enough to hide as a mortal woman but I could never..." "So you truly didn't realize what you were doing," the Hall Master said, a dark smile on her lips. "Little Ling, you're a natural-born Shapeshifter. I'll teach you what you need to know," she said, her features shifting until she looked like a mirror image of the stunned Wu Ling. "As long as you follow my arrangements and learn my techniques, it isn't impossible for you to reunite with Meifeng..." "But you should consider Young Lord Liang carefully," the Hall Master added. "His affection for you is genuine. Perhaps, one day, you'll even feel the same for him..."

JustJae · Fantasy
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Answering the Summons

While Wu Ling dealt with matters in the Bamboo Silk House and worked to recover from Hall Master Bian Xing's painful lessons, Su Xiang faced her own set of challenges in the Shining Blade Hall.

"Junior Sister Su," a rich baritone voice rumbled across the training yard, pulling Su Xiang out of her focused practice. The man who called out to her towered over most of the junior disciples in the training yard, standing over two meters tall with broad powerful shoulders and a thick barrel-shaped torso. The heavy two-handed sword he carried at his waist weighed as much as a cask of wine and the thick meaty hand resting on its pommel was large enough to crush the skull of most men. 

"Elder Guang wishes to speak with you, please follow me." His words were phrased politely but the powerful man's tone made it clear that he expected obedience.