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 most doubted was the slander of others.


Over time, he indeed learned a set of unparalleled skills.


However, these were naturally not things he could vocalize. Instead, he composed his thoughts, gazing steadily into Ye Qinghong's cool eyes, and then, he spoke firmly.


"My dear disciple, if your master said he had an exceptional talent, that he could master anything at first glance, would you believe that?"


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


It made her expression all the more earnest.


With pursed lips and a cold demeanor, her eyes, like cold pools, reflected a trace of frost.


"If Master says so, I naturally believe it. Whatever Master says, I will believe."


Her words caught Fang Yang off guard, his profound eyes gradually softening as he gazed at his proud disciple.


A wave finally stirred in his usually calm heart.


Chapter 167: Ye Qinghong's Perfect Plan to Defeat the Demon Lord_3