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

"No, the Demon Lord must maintain dignity, known for sweeping across the wilds and suppressing the Tang Nation; how could such childish behavior befit me? If word spreads, wouldn't I become the laughingstock of the ages?"


Fang Yang gritted his teeth, bowing his head with difficulty and shifting his gaze away from the bell, inch by inch.


The inner turmoil became increasingly intense.


Thoughts surfaced one after another, highlighting the torment within.


A blur of motion, Fang Yang suddenly leapt up, his fluffy paw striking the bell.


In that moment, Fang Yang felt as if his soul had burst apart, a strangely satisfying and intense clarity surged through him.


Without any hesitation, he leaped again, repeatedly tapping the bell.


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