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

On one hand was her beloved master, on the other her junior sister; she truly didn't know how to choose.


Her expression struggled to settle, those cold-pond-like eyes seeming to have a maple leaf fall into them, rippling slightly.


And all this naturally did not escape Fang Yang's notice; he easily read his disciple's thoughts and sighed inwardly, his heart brimming with endless affection as he tousled Ye Qinghong's hair.


Letting that silky hair cascade down like a waterfall.


Then, with a gesture of his hand, a verdant green bamboo stick landed in his palm.


Spiritual energy surged, and gusts blew; it wasn't long before the bamboo became a delicate hairpin.


Next, his hand passed through Ye Qinghong's hair, deftly tying it into a neat high ponytail.


And there it swished behind Ye Qinghong, looking so proud, so sharp.


Once again, she became that indomitable swordsman.


Chapter 167: Ye Qinghong's Plan to Topple the Demon Lord (Please Subscribe)_2