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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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Sister Hua Lends A Hand

Wu Ling had never intended to harm anyone with what he considered a bit of harmless flirting and teasing, but without knowing, he'd greatly stoked the fires of uncertainty and inferiority that Jin Wuya had long thought she'd tamped down within her heart.

"Oh, I see," Wu Ling said, seeing a surge in the dull brownish-yellow inferiority and brilliant green envy. "Sister Jin," he said, putting aside his carving and looking deeply into the young woman's golden eyes. "Until a few days ago, the words I'd have used to describe you would have been 'radiant', 'sculpted', and 'heavenly.'" 

"Sister Xiang is a beauty to be sure," Wu Ling acknowledged because it was true and it would be foolish not to. "But she's very different from you. There isn't a centimeter of your body that doesn't speak to your dedication, your strength, your poise, and your grace."