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My Female Disciples All Have Sinister Intentions

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...

Lady Qiao in Spring · Eastern
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Chapter 197: Desperate Situation! Willing to Dual Cultivate with the Demon Lord!_1

In the square of the Shadow Moon Hermitage.

Ye Qinghong was about to knock his master unconscious with a sword, but before the blade could fall, he sensed that something was amiss.

He instantly withdrew the Qingying Sword, and his cool eyes looked around, just in time to see shadows creeping forward like the tide, continuously surging toward this place.

The waters of the Underworld River, endless and unceasing.

Sinister, eerie, with a bone-chilling force.

They flowed across the floor, through the hall after hall.

As these halls were infiltrated by the waters of the Underworld River, the originally colourful and sandalwood-scented temples also began to corrode.

Under the grasp of countless black hands, they steadily sank into the Underworld River.

Creak! Creak!

The grating noise sounded, and before long, temple after temple completely submerged in the river.

Reflected by the waters of the Underworld River, they ultimately became part of its architecture.