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

Having reached this point, there was no longer any need for restraint.


Killing the Demon Lord was the only way they could possibly compete for the leadership of the divine sects; otherwise, all fantasies were like flowers in the water, the moon in the mirror, meaningless.


At such a time, the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect could no longer bear it. He hated Fang Yang the most and his enmity with Fang Yang was also the deepest. How could he tolerate Fang Yang's continued arrogance?


So, under the watchful eyes of all, he stretched out his palm and placed it on his wife's forehead. His palm buzzed and trembled, streams of breath spurted from the Sect Master's wife's forehead and entered his body, making his gaze grow colder and colder.


Behind him, a huge dharma image appeared.


This dharma image was neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, standing in the air like an Evil God.


Above its head, four leaves were continuously blossoming.


Chapter 189: Another Romantic Debt of the Demon Lord?_2