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

He also wielded a variety of strange and peculiar objects and techniques.


If it weren't for the fact that this ghostly ancestor himself was at the Fourth Leaf Physique Realm, nearly equal in strength to that demon, and could protect him, even help him avenge, how could he possibly endure such humiliation?


"Demon Lord of Bloody Rain? You killed my father, and that's one thing, but to have it spread throughout the cultivation world that you humiliated my mother…"


"An enmity such as this cannot coexist under the heavens. Once you're poisoned with this deadly concoction, I, Ye Liangchen, have a hundred methods to make you beg for life yet be unable to die."


His eyes filled with gloom and ferocity.


He walked toward the Cult of Bloody Rain.


And after he had left, a hoarse voice came from within the coffin-like carriage.


The four disciples were momentarily stunned, confusion written all over their faces.


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