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

Upon the snowy plains, snowflakes fluttered down ceaselessly.


Fang Yang, clad in a black robe, lay on the ground.


His ink-colored hair spread amidst the white snow, resembling a black lotus.


It rendered his handsome face even more striking.


Ye Qinghong held the Immortal Staff, gazing at her prostrate master, took a deep breath, and pursed her lips tightly.


In those cold pool-like eyes, there was nothing but defiance, along with an intense sense of heartache.


"Did I hit him too hard? I wonder if Master is in pain, it seems I should go easier next time," she murmured softly, squatting on the ground, allowing snowflakes to fall but not letting a single one touch her cyan robe.


She just watched her mentor like that, growing more joyful and more delighted the longer she looked.


She even felt that the bridal price money she had been saving up was still far from enough, the more the better.


Chapter 179: Wedding Night with the Eldest Apprentice_1