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

Especially that steward, with blood-red eyes, stared intently at Fang Yang, his mouth twisted into a sinister hook, exuding an eerie and chilling air, even carrying a thick sense of cruelty.


Tense as a drawn sword, ready to spring into action, it looked as if a major battle was about to begin, but just at that moment.


"Since it's a ceremony to honor heaven and earth, how can the bride and groom not show themselves? Wouldn't that be a great disrespect to me?"


All the paper figures turned their heads, staring fixedly at Fang Yang, while the steward was startled, seemingly surprised by such a response.


Fang Yang's palms struck out, hitting the coffin in an instant.


The lid of the coffin shattered upon impact.


The entire hall filled with ashes, in complete disarray, the sounds of the suona and the wailing outside vanished altogether.


Chapter 217: Wedding Night with the True Self, Part 2