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

As these words were uttered, everyone's eyes turned to Hua Lianyue, trembling as they observed her frail figure, her face as white as paper, yet wearing a fearless smile.


Even Ye Qinghong, who had always been expressionless and was said by the tower spirit to have lost his memory, gripped the Qingying Sword in his hand tightly.


His eyes, cold as a frigid pool, seemed to tremble.


Fang Yang looked deeply at his fourth disciple and spoke indifferently.


"This master doesn't need his disciples to pave the way with their lives. This minor Stygian River, I can cross it with a mere lift of my hand."


Hua Lianyue continued to smile, firmly believing that her master was lying.


This was the Stygian River, that since recorded memory, no one had ever crossed. If her master truly had a way, they would not be confined within this cyan light shield.


Chapter 199: I've hidden well, but I'm going to find you_1