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

With both disciples having left, Fang Yang's lips curled into a slight smile, a faint trace of satisfaction adorning his face.


This divine skill was indeed quite formidable, especially because his two disciples practiced it with him, which brought the skill's effectiveness to its peak. In just an hour or two, he felt that his strength had increased substantially.


He was about to reach the peak of the Fourth Leaf.


At that time, with the aid of the formless Demon Body, the dragon qi within him, and many other supporting techniques,


after the calamity descended, he would have a much better chance of surviving in this chaotic world and could protect his disciples from harm.


This was indeed something worth celebrating for him.


In the following days, time became so still, so slow.


The tension was palpable, as if a great storm was looming; even the common people could feel that a change was about to come.


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