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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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Taking Stock

Slowly, Wu Ling walked across the muddy battlefield to the drier area where Yu Jinqi tended to the group's most severely injured members. Jin Wuya had regained consciousness but had expended all of her energy and slumped heavily against a nearby rock. Fang Lin's complexion was ghostly pale and his face still showed signs of pain but his breathing was at least steady and his pulse was strong.

"Brother Yu," Wu Ling said gently, kneeling next to the young man. "I should be congratulating you on your breakthrough, but right now, I need to know. How soon will Brother Fang wake? When he does, will he be able to walk?" Wu Ling didn't believe it was likely that Fang Lin would be walking any time soon, but he wasn't a healer. Before he assumed, he wanted to hear things directly from the young alchemist.