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

Fang Yang furrowed his brows, glancing at the second floor of Illusion Moon Tower, but failed to spot a familiar figure.


This left him somewhat puzzled and a bit uneasy.


In his opinion, the trials of Ask Heart, Lost Heart, and Execute Heart shouldn't pose any difficulty to his two disciples at all.


One of them was a pure swordsman while the other had seen through the ways of the world in secular life, having been the master of Chunqing Hall for so many years; how could they possibly lose themselves?


That's why he didn't even bother to ask the tower spirit about his disciples' results in passing the trial.


But now, things seemed to have taken a different turn.


"Tower spirit, how are my two disciples doing now?"


The little girl was taken aback for a moment, then with a wave of her hand, two mirrors appeared before her.


Chapter 186: Ye Qinghong Waits for His Master, Hua Lianyue's Tears_1