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

Gust after gust, the wind gently brushed by, lifting the strands of the young girl's hair, so chaotic, so bewildering.


Ye Qinghong stood atop the tree, gazing into the distance, feeling a sense of defeat for the first time; such a feeling was unheard of for a Swordsman like her.


After all, what a Swordsman desired was an unmatchable spirit, charging forth relentlessly!


Even in the most hopeless of situations, one could still emerge victorious with a sword in hand.


But at that moment, she truly felt lost, her eyes cold as the tranquil depths of a pool, seemingly shrouded in layers of mist.


Empty, wandering, filled with innumerable hesitations.


She had once considered competing with her fourth junior sister, confident that she would not lose!


But now, her fourth junior sister and their master had been cultivating together incessantly, night after night, sharing all secrets, their relationship growing ever closer.


All she could do was to stand outside the window.


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