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

"This peach blossom is a gift from me to you," the venerable one said. "I have specially condensed a strand of life force within it, symbolizing the exuberant spirit of spring."


"I can sense your body becoming weaker and weaker, but do not worry. As long as I am here, even a peach blossom can bloom in late autumn."


"I will not allow anyone to take your life..."


Words echoed in Hua Lianyue's mind as she lowered her head to look at the peach blossom before her.


Just as her Master had said, though it had left the branch, left the spring, it exuded a rich life force that merged into her body, warming her bit by bit.


Her once determined heart had gradually become lost, unsure, not knowing what to do.


But she could sense that the true feelings she had suppressed during the illusion were sprouting like seeds, growing ever more resolute.


Hua Lianyue held a pink petal in one hand, and a green flower in the other.


Chapter 202: Hua Lianyue's Sacrifice Again!_2