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 calm river of the netherworld finally revealed its sharp fangs.


Seeing the waters of the netherworld approach, Guan Qinghan, Hua Lianyue, Ye Qinghong, and Gong Yajun did not hesitate, their fingers extended, and behind them, colossal Dharma forms appeared.


These Dharma forms, tall and towering, had just appeared when they began emitting a hazy light, contending with the netherworld waters, keeping them from immediately descending.


Once the netherworld manifested, no one could obstruct it.


In front of these relentless netherworld waters, they appeared so insignificant, so fragile.


Even the powerful Dharma bodies lasted but a moment before they were dissolved by the waters of the netherworld. Afterwards, within the river, more colossal Dharma forms emerged.


Entirely black, they exuded a chill aura, chilling to the bone.


The waters of the netherworld yearned to continue their descent.


Chapter 198: _1