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

It was a desolate sight, ruined and decayed.


Everything seemed to be burning to ashes.


Fang Yang's gaze was indifferent, his robes fluttering. With eyes as deep as the abyss, he looked at the middle-aged man and the group of Blood Temple disciples with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.


The middle-aged man's expression was dull, and his face turned pale, but he still forced a smile.


"What does the Demon Lord mean by this?"


"In life, we are the people of the Blood Temple; in death, we are the ghosts of the Blood Temple. We are loyal to the Blood Temple, we have no other masters behind the scenes. Our master is the Demon Lord."


Fang Yang gave a faint smile and flicked his finger.


In an instant, specks of black flame flew from his fingertips, swiftly enveloping the middle-aged man and the other Blood Temple disciples.


The flames suddenly began to burn fiercely, scalding hot.


Chapter 218: Human Guile, Unresolved Feelings? (Please follow!!)_1