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

Ye Qinghong was slightly startled, somewhat bewildered, yet she could feel the terrifying majesty emanating from her master.


Just gazing at her coldly like that made fear inevitably arise within her, a fear of her master.


"It seems this venerable one has said before, no matter what happens, do not conceal anything from me. Once a teacher, for life a parent, since I have become your master, I shall protect you all. Do you understand?"


The domineering words echoed in her ears, yet Ye Qinghong felt a wave of warmth, and she nodded gently.


Only then did the oppressive aura around her seem to diminish a good deal.


"Alright, I heard you bought some nice-looking clothes, but I'm not sure if they fit. If that's the case, let this venerable one see what the mighty Shocking God Sword looks like in a dress."


Ye Qinghong's cheeks flushed instantly, blushing like peach blossoms, she gently bit her lip, not knowing how to speak.


Chapter 211: The Bizarre Mountain Village, The Fifth Disciple Goes Missing Here?_1