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

Shadow Moon Hermitage, Purple Moon Tower!


All around, not even the chirping of birds or crickets, so silent you could hear a pin drop.


Everything was so peaceful, not a sound to be heard.


Fang Yang had left, as everyone from the Demon Sect watched his imposing, domineering figure, they could not help but feel their courage tremble and their hearts quake.


Just a moment ago, brimming with self-confidence, they thought they could easily take down the Demon Lord, now everyone was tight-lipped.


They truly understood why the Demon Lord had been able to suppress the Tan state demon path for so many years.


Because he was already a legend, an insurmountable legend.


Only the Sect Master of the Ghost Lantern Sect, and the Sect Hierarch of the Corpse Control Sect, were of this level.


Guan Qinghan, the Sect Hierarch of the Ghost Lantern Sect, watched Fang Yang's retreating back, his face gloomy, his gaze fluctuating.


Chapter 135: Collision Between a Few Women!_1