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 night was fading, and the lights were dim.


After leaving the Wutong Courtyard, Fang Yang felt refreshed, invigorated, and elated.


There was a sense of pride from having taken the first victory.


How arrogant the princess had been before.


Yet today, hadn't she bowed her head before him?


No matter how stubborn the flower, it still needed water to thrive.


Otherwise, it would wither sooner or later.


It didn't take long for him to arrive in front of the Demon Lord's tower.


In the darkness of night, the tower was so grand and imposing.


It radiated an aura of chill and sternness.


That, coupled with the faint scent of blood.


Ordinary people would pale and go weak in the knees just standing at the entrance,


at the thought of the terrifying legends of the Demon Lord.


Ascending the steps, entering the great hall, and then passing through the corridor painted with countless human skins,


Fang Yang soon entered the core of the Demon Lord's tower.


Chapter 84: I Was Wrong, Demon Lord Please Don't Pity (Subscribe Please!)_1