Lady Qiao in Spring

Fang Yang transmigrated to become the leader of a demonic cult, with his powers completely dissipated and his memory lost. All he inherited was a stack of diaries left by the previous demon lord. He discovered that the demon lord was a philanderer, with ex-lovers and admirers everywhere, each of whom harbored deep-seated hatred for him.
In order to survive, he had no choice but to follow the diaries and pretend to be the demon lord, navigating relationships with numerous peerless beauties, trying to dispel their hatred.
"Your Highness, the moon is exceptionally beautiful tonight, why don't we go out to enjoy it together?"
The Princess of Zhen Nan: "?"
"Empress, please be reserved. For the sake of the people of the world, let us part ways here."
The Empress: "??"
"My disciple, give up. It's impossible between us."
Female disciple: "???"
...
From then on, Fang Yang racked his brains and put on a full performance. He maneuvered among many women, striving to keep himself from being raped or killed by them.
As the old saying goes, one woman is equivalent to five hundred crows.
What about ten or twenty?
Fang Yang, covering his ears that were nearly deafened by the noise, looked at the sensual and stunning beauties before him.
He wanted to cry but had no tears...

My Female Disciples All Have Sinister Intentions

The area beneath the Demon Lord was littered with corpses.


Blood smeared the bluestone slabs, and the stench of gore flooded the air.


Everything seemed to have frozen in time.


The disciples of the demon sect stood rooted in place, staring at the figure with wildly dancing black hair suspended in midair.


The fear of being dominated by the Demon Lord surfaced once again, rendering them speechless as if afflicted by frigid cicadas.


Indeed, the Demon Lord was insidiously treacherous to the utmost degree.


This was merely a probing move by the Demon Lord, or perhaps a game,


where he sat upon his throne with a cold gaze, watching them flounce about like clownish characters on a stage.


Once he had enough, or perhaps grew bored, he would simply annihilate them with a flick of his hand.


Chapter 29: Begging for the Demon Lord's Mercy (Please Follow)_1