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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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Blood and Fear (Part One)

A red haze clouded Xiong Dahuo's vision turning much of the world a lurid shade of red and shrinking his vision until he could barely see beyond the edge of the clearing. Two Red Mist Wolves had fallen to his nine-ringed saber but their deaths hardly did anything to satisfy his thirst for slaughter. 

Wet wolf blood clung unnaturally to his saber as he fed on the strength of the wolves he'd slain, boosting his strength a small stage and allowing him to fight with the might and aggression of an enraged late-stage Brawler.

Against the Blood Moon Mist Wolf before him, however, it was barely enough to fight at a stalemate. Both Xiong Dahuo and the wolf bled from numerous small wounds, glancing blows, and shallow cuts inflicted in more than a dozen exchanges as the two circled and tested each other.