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

Han Lingxuan was taken aback, sizing up the other party, who had already stuffed a letter into her hand.


Upon opening it, she found a piece of jade inside, and it was even a Shadow Recording Jade.


Why would the Demon Lord's second disciple give this to me, the prince's consort?


Han Lingxuan couldn't figure it out; as sharp as she usually was, she looked at the other party cautiously before activating the Shadow Recording Jade.


In an instant, two images appeared in her mind.


In the images, a commanding figure stood tall by the lakeside.


His hair was wildly tossing in the wind, and his eyes were piercingly cold.


By his side, the lake was calm and beautiful, like a mirror without a single ripple.


It was none other than the Blood Rain Sect's Demon Lord, and at his feet knelt two figures.


Chapter 154: The Second Disciple Conspires Against the Demon Lord, The Princess Travels Miles to Catch the Traitor!_1