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 sky was gloomy, dark clouds ink-like.


Countless autumn showers fell from the heavens.


They were dense and numerous, like curtains, obscuring everything.


The Sect Masters of the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost Lantern Sect, along with the Gate Master of the Corpse Control Sect, were all dead, their souls annihilated without leaving a single trace, their blood mingling with the rain and dripping continuously below.


Fang Yang stood within the curtain of rain, his face expressionless, eyes half-drooped, his pupils without a flicker of emotion.


Yet, anyone could feel the intense sorrow emanating from him.


In the autumn rain, Fang Yang waved his hand, and with a thunderous roar, the Dharma likeness above his head rolled and vanished without a trace.


Afterward, he slowly took off his black python robe and draped it over Ye Qinghong.


Looking at his eldest disciple's pale face, lifeless eyes, he stood in silence, in silence.


Chapter 194: Second Disciple: Your Majesty, would you like to join my master on a journey?_1