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

Even as an incomplete version, it had already made him a rare body cultivator in the world.


his body would become searing hot, and those green veins would coil around his body like savaged serpents.


Even the combined forces of the disciples at Yingyue Cloister including the cloister head, were no match for him, utterly unable to withstand him.


It significantly enhanced his strength, just like a Pursue-the-Sun Pill.


But upon activation, desires would grow boundlessly in his heart, becoming violent and cruel. He would want to seize the other's head fiercely, to emulate Kuafu.


That heat, however, was difficult to fade for a long while.


He considered making a trip to the Wutong Courtyard, or rather Huang Fuling's courtyard, to dispel the lingering effects of the Demon Body.


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