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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 90: Good Disciple, Don't Be Afraid (Please Subscribe)_1

Mountains without sun or moon!

Quickly, another day had passed.

The Blood Rain Cult, Demon Lord's Pavilion.

Fang Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a clear radiance emanating from his pupils.

So cold and piercing, brimming with killing intent.

Immediately after, he shot out his palm.

Gang winds rippled.

The terrifying gang winds formed a massive dragon.

Rolling forward.

Ultimately, it slammed into a stone wall with a loud bang,

Leaving the wall covered in cracks.

Dense and interwoven, like a spider's web.

As if it could destroy everything.

"Only a hair's breadth away from the realm of a first-rate master. If I were to encounter those two lackeys from before, I'm afraid I could kill them with a single slap,"

he murmured, his gaze deep.

Seldom did a hint of confidence arise within him.

Thereafter, he strode out with large steps.

In his black robe billowing, emitting terrifying energy, he quickly vanished into the night.