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

Mist shrouds the chill water, moonlight veils the sand.


A layer upon layer of thin mist, enshrouds the warm spring pool.


Fang Yang opened his eyes, feeling an overwhelming weariness in his head as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.


He found a graceful woman lying in his embrace, her silky hair in disarray, her eyes filled with exhaustion.


Her beautiful cheeks, ripe with the patina of the years, were flushed with layer upon layer of red.


The delicate skin was marred by shades of green and purple.


And the Buddha beads in her hand, he had no clue when, had been crushed into powder.


Only the cinnabar mole on her fair collarbone had become more vividly red.


Fang Yang finally had some clarity about who this woman was, thanks to the records in his diary, and he understood her identity.


The abbess of Yingyue Nunnery, Gong Yajun.


An entity of the Two-Leaves Law Body Realm.


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