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, yet on the other was her junior sister, she simply did not know how to choose.


Her expression struggled to find certainty, as if a maple leaf had fallen into those icy pool-like eyes, stirring up ripples.


All of this naturally caught Fang Yang's attention, who easily read his disciple's thoughts, he sighed deeply within, feeling an endless pity and affection, he ruffled Ye Qinghong's hair.


Letting those silky strands of black hair fall like a waterfall.


With a gesture of his hand, a lush green bamboo soon appeared in his palm.


Spiritual Energy shimmered, and within a short time, the bamboo turned into a delicate hairpin.


Then, his hand moved through Ye Qinghong's hair with ease, creating a crisp and neat high ponytail.


It fluttered behind Ye Qinghong, looking so proud, so fierce.


And she transformed back into that fearless swordsman.


Chapter 167: Ye Qinghong's Perfect Plan to Defeat the Demon Lord_2