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 night was like a curtain, the stars like a river!


The brilliant stars traced a silver belt across the night sky.


Walking in the night, Fang Yang's face was calm, with a faint smile on his lips.


From the darkness, the occasional cries of women could be heard, but he couldn't be bothered to pay attention, only when these women blocked his path did he flick his sleeve and a speck of black flames shot out from between his brows, instantly burning upon their bodies.


The flame of life, endless and unceasing!


These specters stood no chance against it.


As the flames touched them, the specters let out screams, then collapsed to the ground, turning to ashes in an instant, never to exist again.


Meanwhile, Fang Yang continued his steps toward the inner palace, his brow slightly furrowed, reflective.


Chapter 232: Ye Qinghong: Master, I can hardly hold back anymore. _1