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 absurd thought only existed for a moment.


It was swiftly swept from the mind of the upper echelons of You Ming.


Not long had passed since that fiend crossed the threshold of his thirties, yet his son was already in his twenties.


Even if that fiend were incredibly formidable, it was impossible for it to be so.


Moreover, he cultivated using a bloodline secret technique, which nearly guaranteed that all his progeny were of his own flesh and blood.


While that much could be certain, it could not be certain that his wife and the Demon Lord were innocent.


The renown of the 'Lust Emperor' spread throughout the Tang nation.


Even if he hid his own wife in the deep forests, she likely could not escape the Demon Lord's clutches.


Thinking of his wife's indifference of late.


You Ming's upper echelon ground his teeth in fury.


His eyes flickered with deep-seated hatred.


Chapter 75: You Won't Even Call Me Demon Lord (Please Follow)_1