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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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Sending a Warning

"Brother Xiong, you can't," Wu Ling said in a tone that was neither insistent nor commanding. In fact, it seemed like he was expressing the most token of resistance to the murderous young man's idea. 

"Such a gruesome sight would disturb Young Lord Yu's meal," Wu Ling added in fawning tones, throwing Yu Jinqi an exaggerated look of apology. "Let me handle these men. If they're still rude, it won't be too late to separate their heads from their shoulders later. I'll even help you place your new trophies next to the wolf skins, but we should talk to these men first."

"Apologies Brother Mao," Wu Ling said, turning back to the group of men in rough clothes. "Young Lord Yu has been tempering the bodies of his loyal guards with the blood of Red Mist Wolves, making them eager to bare their fangs," he explained as though it excused Xiong Dahuo's actions.