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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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Chang'an Street, under a torrential downpour.

Cold gusts swept through, as specters rushed towards Fang Yang, nearly blotting out the sky, radiating a cold, bleak light.

Any cultivator present would have been terrified beyond measure.

After all, the aura exuding from these specters was simply too frightening, many a Three-Leaf Physique would have collapsed on the spot without even having to engage in combat.

Even Sect Masters of powerful sects seemed frail in front of these specters, incapable of withstanding a single blow.

Rustle rustle!

The rain continued to fall steadily, pattering against the paper umbrella, emitting a crisp, clear sound.

The woman stood in the rain, gazing gently at everything, her eyes tinged with a sliver of coldness.

On that delicate face, a hint of pity showed.

She murmured to herself.