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

In the pitch-black cave, chilling winds blew incessantly!


The Ghostly Ancestor's deep-set eyes, emitting a faint green glow, fixedly watched the group of people in black before him.


"It's simply mutual assistance," they replied.


The leader of the people in black wore a hat and emanated a faint chill.


"Ghostly Ancestor, I know you wish to become the leader of the Demonic Sect. As long as you collaborate with us, we guarantee your success," he said.


This time, the Ancestor was silent for quite a while as he studied the dark robes before him that seemed to be filled with rollicking heroic spirits wailing and screaming.


The sound was so piercing that it almost shattered one's eardrums.


Even though he was exceptionally adept at commanding ghostly spirits, in the moment he laid eyes on the other party, he still felt a terrifying pressure.


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