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

Some even had tears brimming in their eyes, looking at him with sorrowful, pitiable expressions, their red lips slightly parted.


Fang Yang was stunned, even a bit befuddled, as he gazed at the women before him.


He could feel that these enchantress-like beings were truly sincere.


Because, from the moment they knelt down, they had abandoned all resistance, even unloading their cultivation strength.


Should he wish so, he could easily kill all these enchantresses.


What on earth was going on? Could this be the Illusion Moon Tower, the unfathomable, death-filled place of legend?


But why was it that after he entered, there was not only no so-called test of conscience but also not the slightest hint of danger?


Could it be that the supposed deadly threats were these enchantresses, draining him dry until his body withered away?


Chapter 184: Tree Demon... Works Too!_2