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 resolved the affairs of Yingyue Hermitage, Fang Yang naturally had no reason to stay any longer and planned to return to the Blood Rain Sect first.


After a brief rest and wrapping up everything, he would go to the Capital City to meet with his second disciple and the Empress.


To be honest, since his traversal, what Fang Yang was most concerned about were his five disciples.


He feared that they harbored a deep hatred for him and would return seeking revenge.


But now, having stepped into the Three-Leaf Dharma Body, combined with the Formless Demon Body and the aid of the Xuantian Strategy, he was hardly any different from the peak of his time as the Demon Lord.


Thus, the worries of the past had vanished without a trace, replaced by a strong curiosity.


He indeed yearned to meet these five disciples, who were exceptionally talented, stunningly brilliant, and devastatingly beautiful.


Chapter 201: Why Does My Chest Still Feel So Uncomfortable?_1