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

The mist of immortality was vast; sects stood tall.


All her memories had vanished from her mind.


Yet she had become a little girl, and although she lived a happy family life, she was immersed in the Sword Dao and had been admitted into the Fairy Sword Sect at a young age.


Gifted and dedicated to sword training, her realm improved by leaps and bounds each day, and it wasn't long before she became the youngest leader of the Sword Dao.


Moreover, countless Sword Dao secret techniques lay before her; as long as she wished, she could easily achieve the name of Sword Immortal and be forever immersed in the Sword Dao.


Everything she ever desired was within reach. Just as her Sword Dao grew more refined and she was about to ascend through Heaven's Gate with one strike…


Ye Qinghong's black hair was tied back; it billowed in the wind, and the hem of her garments bloomed like a lotus, exuding breathtaking beauty.


Chapter 183: Ask the Heart_2