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 Mortal Dust Gu thrives on the cultivation of its host, but now, due to Hua Lianyue's grievous injuries, she can no longer bear the cost of nurturing it.


Thus, the Gu worm automatically slipped out.


Yet, it showed no intention of leaving, merely gazing silently at its master and emitting mournful cries.


It was mourning for its master, feeling indignant on her behalf, it could sense her life force growing weaker and weaker, her life hanging by a thread.


Hua Lianyue could also hear the Gu worm's mournful cries and clearly felt its sentiments.


But she harbored no resentment, nor any unwillingness, simply standing quietly under the peach tree, with a flick of her finger, a blossom appeared at her fingertip, a peach blossom.


Bashful in bloom, dewy and bright, saturated with the rich essence of life.


Chapter 203: Dedication, Ye Qinghong's Dream!_2