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

The autumn wind was bleak, and the moonlight was like gossamer.


Inside the pavilion, Hua Lianyue's face was deathly pale, filled with utter despair.


Even now, she did not understand why her Gu insects, which had clearly entered her master's bloodstream, were ultimately useless, especially the Red Dust Gu.


It was one she cultivated with her own life force and was among the ancient Gu insects.


It should have killed upon contact with blood.


In the end, it was instead controlled by her master and about to backlash against her.


The Red Dust Gu had absorbed an endless amount of worldly qi, and was inherently a Gu of passion and lust.


If she were really bitten by the Red Dust Gu, she might become a slave to the worldly desires, which for her, would be a fate worse than death.


She struggled fiercely, but it was surely nothing more than a foolish dream. Fang Yang was expressionless, his robes fluttering in the wind.


Suddenly, he injected the Red Dust Gu into her body.


Chapter 145: Good disciple, this is a favor from your master_1