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

The bride bit her lip tightly, as her delicate skin, soft as snow, had already been tinged with layers of flush.


It was also covered with fine beads of sweat.


She looked at Fang Yang with almost a pleading gaze, her heart tumultuous with uncertainty whether she wanted Fang Yang to increase or decrease the power of his divine touch.


After all, the sensation was far too entangling for her to bear.


"Tell this lord, where exactly is my disciple?"


Amidst the wild dance of his ink-black hair, Fang Yang repeated the question.


And this time, the bride had completely lost her ability to endure, perhaps commanded by her true self, she spoke out, exhausted,


"I... I'm not quite sure either. Three months ago, this place became forbidden territory. Your fifth disciple came here once and left after I extracted but a sliver of his soul. I'm merely using this fragment of soul to emanate the aura of your disciple, to lure you here. As for the rest, I know nothing..."


Chapter 220: The Empress in Palace Attire, the Empress Dowager Sheds Her Garments! Snatching the Demon Lord!_1