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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..."

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A Game of Chess (Part One)

Five days after Liang Xuanji had visited the Bamboo Silk House to discuss a betrothal between her brother and Wu Ling, Liang Xiong arrived at the branch of the sect to keep his appointment with Warden Mu Shien.

Given the importance of this meeting, he'd dressed in his finest lavender robes, covered with dark bolts of purple lightning. The polished silver emblem of an Inner Sect Disciple hung from the sash at his waist, along with a single, small campaign beed marking his participation in the winter campaigns to suppress bandits in the surrounding lands. 

With his long, soft brown hair pulled back into an elegant ponytail and his precisely shaped curved brows, he exuded the air of both a strong fighter and a handsome scholar, instantly gathering the gazes of many women at the entrance to the sect.