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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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"A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, initially you told your disciple that in the cultivation world, the Master is supreme, and of course, I would not kill you."

"I will only return the pain and torment I suffered a thousandfold, ten thousandfold, Master, are you ready?"

"..."

With just a simple phrase, Situ Danyue took a deep breath, her gaze becoming as profound as water.

However, this water was like a towering flame, formed entirely from the flames, so violent, so scorching hot. She stepped forward, reached out a hand, and firmly gripped the thick fog as if lifting a curtain, violently tearing the sky full of beaded curtains to shreds.

Afterward, in a flash, Situ Danyue stepped onto the White Jade Flyer, the scroll painting in her hand already fully unfurled, the raging flames sweeping directly inside.

...

Splash!