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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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Bloody Moon, Starlit Road

Sinking to the ground, Wu Ling opened himself up to the light of the bloody lunar eclipse. The energy of the eclipse didn't just clear the fog from his mind, it opened up to him like a deep well of energy, waiting for him to put it to use. Rich bloody yang energy enveloped soft silvery yin in a blend that sang in harmony with his heartbeat. He breathed in deeply, allowing the dual-natured energy to flow through his meridians, cleansing away the chaos and disorder and leaving an intertwined silvery red energy that yearned to be used.

Turning his attention to his inner world he paused for a moment to glance at the wall containing the painting of his lotus, Hou, Yue, and his Master. Whatever he painted tonight wouldn't be part of that grand work but it would be important. Perhaps it was his imagination but he felt certain that his Master had smiled at him for a moment but when he looked, the painting was just a painting, still and unmoving as ever.