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

Soon, the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect and his wife entered the Illusory Moon Formation.


Before entering, the Sect Master's wife still had a confused look, occasionally glancing at Fang Yang, her eyes filled with obsessive love.


"Demon Lord, torment me harshly again, just like before…"


The Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion pale, as he staggered into the formation.


Snow continued to fall endlessly, frost congealing layers of snowflakes on the ground.


At this moment, most people had already stepped into the Formation.


Still, under the influence of the Illusory Moon Formation, there were those who clamored about wanting to slaughter Fang Yang.


Fang Yang remained expressionless, not bothering to respond—a mere bunch of ants, easily crushed underfoot.


He didn't find them worth expending too much of his energy on.


Chapter 169: The Princess: Sharing a Husband with a Cat?_1