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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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Spreading Ripples (Part One)

Behind the high walls and potent formations protecting the Pure Edge Sword Sect, several promising young disciples watched with slack jaws and wide open eyes as one of their fellows dominated half of the training yard. In theory, as a Brawler under twenty years of age, Fan Chaoyang held the same status as all of the other young talents in the courtyard but only a fool would place him in the same category as most of the people surrounding him.

Polished silver sword-light gathered around him, forming a dozen blade-shadows that mirrored the movements of the shining sword in his hand. Around him, six junior disciples hurled razor-sharp daggers as rapidly as they could. Sweat formed on their brows as they tried to work in tandem to overwhelm their senior brother's defenses but no matter how many knives they threw, each one was deflected harmlessly away by either the sword in his hand or one of the blade-shadows around him.