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

Under the night sky, a pair of master and disciple embraced each other.


"Practice your swordsmanship with peace of mind."


Enveloped by that domineering aura, she felt like she was about to faint.


Fang Yang, likewise in discomfort, tried his best to keep a straight face in order to maintain his dignity as a master in front of his disciple.


Grasping the other's hand, he swung his sword.


The stroke was swift like a startled swan darting through a gap, skimming through the night.


Leaving shallow traces on countless bamboo leaves.


"Disciple, have you memorized this sword stroke of your master?"


Fang Yang's voice was gentle, his arms still around Ye Qinghong, his tone so doting.


Ye Qinghong nodded slightly, her mind blank, not even sure what she was doing.


All she felt was an unbearable heat inside her.


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