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

Hua Lianyue was momentarily stunned, a look of confusion spreading across her pale, distressingly beautiful face.


The very person who, apart from a few junior martial sisters, disregarded everyone else in the world, wholly devoted to the sword, would one day stand against her, sword drawn.


And for the sake of that cruel and bloodthirsty demon no less.


It was something she could never have anticipated.


What did it mean to willingly become the Mistress?


She might not understand, but she was profoundly shocked.


The night was like a veil, the pavilion bathed in a gentle breeze, everything so tranquil and calm.


Ye Qinghong, clad in a green robe, her hair fluttering in the wind, held the Ice Shadow Sword in her pale, icy hand, her lips pressed tightly together.


At that moment, she also noticed Hua Lianyue's astonished and shocked gaze, realizing that what she was doing might be somewhat inappropriate.


Chapter 142: Let's Feel the Favor of My True Self Together_1