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..."
With Yue's reinforcement, Su Xiang managed to kill the wolf attacking her without suffering more than a few shallow wounds from the wolf's snapping jaws. While blood flowed freely from the wounds that couldn't be suppressed no matter how much she tried, it wasn't enough to rob her of her strength to continue fighting.
Zhang Buyan, riding high on the residual energy of his breakthrough, had also managed to defeat the last of the Blood Moon Mist Wolves, caving in its skull with a heavy gold-wreathed fist. Despite the various injuries suffered and the unexpected collapse of Fang Lin's barrier, the battle, thus far, had largely gone to plan.
Only the giant form of the Wolf King remained for the cultivators to focus their power on. Soon, they began to feel, this bloody battle would come to an end.