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 moment Hua Lianyue touched her glabella, she could feel that her master had already fallen into a state of chaos.


And her consciousness began to blur, as darkness enveloped her vision. The "Red Dust Decision" activated automatically.


The overwhelming aura of the red dust made her cheeks flush with a rosy color, delicate and dripping with charm, while her peach blossom eyes filled with allure and desire.


However, this was quite normal and within her expectations.


The Cultivation Technique stripped by the master was incomplete. Each activation plunged both parties into chaos, dominated by their own desires.


The "Red Dust Decision," having absorbed the dense aura of the mundane world, would cause both to sink into the red dust once merged.


Closer and closer, she was about to step into the grand hall.


Chapter 203: Dedication, Ye Qinghong's Dream!_1