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

In the dim courtyard, red lanterns swayed incessantly, just like in a traditional opera.


Plus, the paper money scattered everywhere and the coffin in the courtyard added to the creepiness.


A hundred or more malevolent spirits, wearing embroidered shoes, had completely encircled the courtyard.


The chill in the air was enough to make one's hair stand on end.


But at this moment, each of the fierce spirits stared wide-eyed at Fang Yang, looking at the candlelight within his soul.


Meanwhile, Fang Yang remained exceptionally calm, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he coldly looked at this dirty, disgusting group.


"Humans have life lanterns, and specters have soul candles! It's just that due to the severance of ancient cultivation practices, many have lost the techniques and struggle to ignite the life lantern. A Gathering of Hundred Specters? Even the river of death could not stop me, how could you hinder my way?"


Chapter 216: The Fifth Apprentice on the Stage?_1