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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 · Fantasie
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Deadly Artistry

A tense moment stretched between the gang and the caravan as the wagon drivers fanned out their wagons before fleeing into the safety of the waiting carriages. The wagons wouldn't do much good as barricades but if any of the assembled cultivators unleashed powerful martial energy, putting the wagons in the way might block stray blasts of energy that missed their targets. With mortals in the carriages, anything that reduced the risk of them encountering the energies of a battle between cultivators was a good thing. In the wagons, several of the scholars peeked out of the windows, nervously watching for the confrontation about to unfold.