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

And what he doubted the most was the slander of others.


In doing so, he inadvertently mastered a set of unparalleled skills.


But of course, these were things he could not vocalize, he merely composed his thoughts, and with a steady gaze, he looked into Ye Qinghong's cold eyes and after a moment, spoke firmly.


"My dear disciple, if your teacher claimed to have an exceptional gift, capable of learning at a glance, would you believe it?"


Ye Qinghong stood with her sword in hand, snowflakes resting on her black hair and on her green robe.


This made her expression even more earnest.


Her lips pressed together, her countenance cool, her eyes like a frigid pond, reflecting a hint of frost.


"I naturally believe whatever you say, Master. I believe everything you say."


Her words made Fang Yang pause, his profound eyes gradually softened as he looked at his proud disciple before him.


Chapter 167: Ye Qinghong's Plan to Topple the Demon Lord (Please Subscribe)_3