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

Snowflakes on Mount Yan were as large as mats.


Snow blanketed the heavens, falling from the firmament.


Clad in green, Ye Qinghong bit her lip, her eyes brimming with a cold, murderous intent; her Qingying Sword stood horizontally in the void.


So detached and filled with a bursting desire to kill.


Two figures, one in green, the other in white, one fluttering icy crystal wings, the other wielding a longsword.


Blocking all the wind and snow, they looked indifferently at a group of demonic sects.


Ye Qinghong's black hair fluttered, the void behind her trembled, revealing the silhouette of a swordsman-- her dharma body.


Although her expression was cold, her earlobes were slightly red and her heart thumped loudly, as if she had committed an immense wrongdoing.


Such a state was unprecedented for her.


A swordsman should always remain absolutely calm, especially one with a Glaze Sword Heart like hers.


Chapter 164: All the Women Arrive, the Ultimate Trial Field (Part Two)_1