Cleverfl Stories

In the Phoenix peak that was supposed to be soaring up the sky stood a dilapidated house in the middle, one man cutting up wood and a little girl obediently cleaning up the fallen pieces of leaves. 30 miles away was the Spirit Canteen where food filled with Spirit Qi were served to the inner disciples, Peak Masters and the Sect Master, a group of people were hunched over as they whisper their words. Disciple 1: Have you heard of Fatty of the Wu Clan? He was beaten by a no name disciple until his face looked like a pigs face! *whisper* Disciple 2: Yep! I heard of it, the no name disciple was rumored to be beating up people when they badmouth that fallen Peak Master of the Phoenix Peak. *whisper* Disciple 3: What? Is it his disciple who was beating up people?! Hmp! I saw his disciple once and she is as weak as a stick as expected from a weak Master, his disciple is also very weak! *snickers in a loud voice* Back to the Phoenix Peak, the middle age man was still cutting up woods as if it was his life while the little girl was.... Er! *Crack* Peak Master: *Stops cutting* Should I fix that for you? Little Cute Super Innocent Pure Disciple: *Looks at her broom and coyly gives it to her Master* I guess I had used too much strength, Master! I'll just leave for a sec, Master! Peak Master: "......." *Did not even get to say a thing before his naughty disciple run off* 3o miles away from the Phoenix Peak, a young girl in red robes with a marking of a red Phoenix as a sign of a succeeding disciple was standing in front of the Spirit Canteen. Little Cute Super Not So Innocent Pure Disciple: *Cracks Knuckles* I'll kill you! Shouts and pleas could be heard from 30 miles away as a little disciple in red once again cause a ruckus to the disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect in that day, once in a while her victims would exceed 30 disciples who would mock or badmouth her Master. Peak Master: "..........." *still cutting wood* This is gonna be a long yearS!

" If you were to write a story about Your life Will I be a part of your story ? " Arwin meawers , 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗡. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝕊𝕠𝕙𝕖𝕪, 𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴

When an Imperial Decree demands that every noble household send their eligible daughters to the palace for the Xuancai (Imperial Selection), the Nangong Marquisate faces a dilemma. To protect their favored daughter from the risks of the inner court, they send Ning Xiang-the ignored, illegitimate daughter born of a lowly maid-alongside her legitimate sister, Nangong Bi. Bi is arrogant, haughty, and convinced she is destined to be the next Empress. Ning Xiang, however, enters the palace with only one goal: to survive long enough to eventually earn her freedom and find her mother. The young Emperor Li Zhao is a man of sharp intellect and deep isolation. Haunted by the fact that he has no heirs, he is surrounded by women who view his lap only as a stepping stone for their families. At the center of the web is Empress Xiao, a woman whose elegance masks a ruthless, calculating mind. She maintains her power by ensuring no consort stays in favor long enough to threaten her position. Beside her are the "Four Consorts," each more insidious than the last, turning the harem into a battlefield where a single wrong word can lead to execution. From the cold chambers of a Cairen to the silk-lined halls of the Huang Guifei (Imperial Noble Consort), Ning Xiang transforms. She sheds her innocence, learning that in the Daming Palace, one must either be the predator or the prey. As she stands one step away from the Empress's throne, she must decide if the power she has gained is worth the soul she has traded for it-and whether she can finally protect the empire from the schemes that threaten to burn it down. "In this garden of peonies, only the one with the sharpest thorns survives the winter."