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

Kyoto, within the Minister of Rites' residence.


The man's murmurs filled the air, a faint smile tinged with reminiscence on his face.


He remembered the mountain village, the villagers endowed with terrifying talents for sword cultivation.


Then, under the horrified gazes of a group of robed figures, he opened his mouth and stuffed the blood-red sphere into it.


With a bizarre sound, the blood sphere, nearly formed from the essence of the entire residence, was swallowed by him on the spot.


Following that, the entire sphere began to spread, exuding a faint scent of blood, piercing continuously into his organs.


His skin, once like dried bark, now began to turn soft and smooth, a faint luster emanating from it.


His hair turned to ink-black, and his eyes deepened, glowing a crimson red.


Not much time passed before he appeared much younger, radiating a robust vitality, starkly different from before.


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