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

It made a fierce expression, raised its head high and chest out as it walked towards the Illusion Moon Array, apparently wanting to tear its rival to pieces by hand.


Snow was also falling inside the Illusion Moon Array.


Flurries of snow enveloped the entire mountain range.


All that met the eye were the vast snowflakes and countless snowy trees.


Ordinary humans simply couldn't survive here, proving just how angry the Illusion Moon Tower was.


In this snowstorm, Ye Qinghong, dressed in a green robe, made sure not a single snowflake landed on her, for this was the only way to keep herself in a good mood and not as irritable as before.


The Green Shadow Sword tore through the sky and the vast curtain of snow.


It pierced straight through the forehead of a cultivator in an instant.


Chapter 172: Ye Qinghong, the Demon Lord is Your Husband!_3