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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..."

Unparalleled Artist: Unlikely Hero

Several tense minutes passed as Wu Ling and his companions raced through the night, dashing from boulder to fallen log whenever they could and taking their chances on the bare earth when they had no other choice. They quickly lost track of directions as they fled from the area that seemed to be infested by the burrowing giant moles.

Wu Ling himself felt battered after falling or crashing into trees and rocks while they sped ahead but as long as he was able to keep up with the martial cultivators he told himself that the minor injuries didn't matter.

"Everyone, hold on," he finally said, holding up a hand. "Quietly as you can," he added. Closing his eyes, he strained his ears and worked to block out the sound of his companions labored breathing along with his own pounding heart, listening for any of the squeaking sounds the moles had made when they reached the surface.

Flight Through The Night