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 pale Dharma image constantly thundered through the River Styx.


Irresistible as decay meeting thunder, momentous as a myriad-pound force.


Those evil gods from the River Styx should have made countless people tremble and fear.


But at this moment, they were like rats scurrying across the street, being relentlessly pursued by Fang Yang.


Wherever the Dharma image passed, palaces collapsed and pieces of blue stone shattered.


Even those pale faces were not spared by Fang Yang's wrath.


He directly seized them, then condensed them into droplets and swallowed them into his mouth.


The number of sinister souls dwindled, the palaces became increasingly desolate, and Fang Yang's Dharma image grew more and more powerful.


Those already profound eyes became even more immeasurable, emitting a chill luster.


Another palace was crushed under the foot of Fang Yang's Dharma image, and the evil gods within it trembled in fear in the corners.


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