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

Above Jade Lake, painted boats were moored in rows.


The autumn wind was always so cool, blowing from afar, teasing everyone's hair.


Fang Yang stood on a painted boat, a smile playing on his lips, as he watched Mo Ke with a faint gaze, observing her natural, flowing movements and her calm demeanor.


The Profound Heaven Strategy encompassed all things, including the detection of breath, especially now that he had ignited his life lamp.


It was nearly impossible for ordinary people to hide in front of him.


At this moment, he couldn't sense any spiritual energy radiating from Mo Ke's body; she was just an ordinary person, someone who had never practiced any cultivation technique, weak and powerless.


Yet, he could feel that just by sitting there, she seemed to blend in with the surroundings.


Just like a stream, calm and natural, without any ripples, such a state was exactly what is known as Unity of Heaven and Man.


Chapter 223: Ye Qinghong: Junior Sister, This is My and Master's Daughter!_1