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

A moment later, amidst the wind and snow.


Ye Qinghong had already left, her hands now holding a storage pouch that had been completely emptied of its contents.


Gold, magic artifacts, medicinal pills…


Anything that could be exchanged for money as a betrothal gift, she did not let slip by.


Afterward, she squeezed her Qingying Sword, and those cold eyes, for once, showed a hint of warmth and joy.


She flew straight towards the distance, having already set her sights on her next target.


By the time she had left, Hua Lianyue soon arrived, frowning gently at the sight of the storage pouch missing from the demon disciple. A trace of doubt flickered through her peach blossom eyes.


As far as she knew, the eldest senior sister never coveted wealth, nor often relied on medicinal pills for advancement, but cultivated purely with her sword, the epitome of a genuine swordsman.


Why would she do something like looting bodies, which was out of character for her no matter how one looked at it?


Chapter 174: Junior Sister, Would You Like to Be My Bridesmaid?_1