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

If others saw this, they would find it inconceivable.


After all, in the world of cultivation, the hardest part is the initial entry.


Yet her entry had not even taken the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.


"Is my talent truly so astonishing that no one in the world can surpass me?"


Han Lingxuan was full of self-satisfaction, feeling as if she had already achieved great mastery of divine skills, but when she looked towards the other party—


She discovered that the White Snow Lion Cat, likewise sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing towards the sky with its limbs outstretched, had already flipped open the secret tome of the "Spring Jade Technique" next to it.


Be it the posture or that aura, it seemed even more standard than hers, a genuine Dao-attaining high cat.


Han Lingxuan's beautiful eyes widened in shock, and she couldn't help but exclaim aloud.


Chapter 112: Does the Cat Also Cultivate the Charming Skill? (Please Subscribe)_3