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 torrential rain poured down, creating an atmosphere that was oppressively tense.


In the second level of the Illusion Moon Tower, all the disciples of the demonic path had died, their bodies covering the ground. Blood mixed with rainwater, flowing ceaselessly.


A thick scent of blood permeated the air.


The Sect Masters of the Ghost Lantern Sect and the Hehuan Sect, as well as the leader of the Corpse-Controling Sect, had pale faces, their eyes wide with horror.


They stared dumbfounded at the black figure in the storm and up at the colossal dharma image in the void.


Chilled to the bone, with spines tingling with cold, as magnates of the demonic path, for the first time they experienced fear.


The autumn wind howled, stirring the autumn rain and also fanning the flames of the divine lantern.


The Ghost Lantern Sect Master beheld the gigantic five blue lotuses, his eyes the color of pale green filled with disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.


Chapter 193: You All Must Die_1