Now This Was a Demon Venerable

Every One of My Female Disciples Has Ulterior Motives. Author: Tongque Chunshen Suo Xiaoqiao

Synopsis:

Fang Yang transmigrated into the leader of the Demon Cult, with all his power gone and all his memories lost.

All he inherited was a stack of diaries left behind by the demon.

He discovered that the demon had been a serial womanizer, with lovers all across the world, every one of whom hated him to the bone.

To cling to his life, he had no choice but to follow the diaries, impersonating the demon as he navigated among those women and won them over one by one.

"Princess Consort, the moon is beautiful tonight. Shall we admire it together?"

Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King: "?"

"Your Majesty, show some restraint. For the sake of all living beings, let us end things here."

Female Emperor: "??"

"My disciple, turn back. There can be nothing between us."

Female disciple: "???"

From then on, Fang Yang racked his brains and put every ounce of his acting talent to work.

He passed through a garden of countless blossoms without a single petal clinging to him.

Yet he always felt that the women looked at him rather strangely.

Only years later did he discover the truth.

The demon had loved indulging in fantasies. The diaries were fake.

Facing the battlefield of flashing blades before him, he heaved a rueful sigh. What respectable person kept a diary, anyway?

Chapter 1: Now This Was a Demon Venerable

"I am the Blood Rain Demon Venerable. My might shakes the world, and I sweep all eight directions before me."

"In my life, aside from slaughter, my greatest love is feminine beauty. And my virility towers ten thousand fathoms high. People have bestowed upon me a fine title: the Emperor of Lust!"

"Of the ten greatest beauties under heaven, nine belong to me alone!"

"From the Female Emperor who reigns over the Tang Kingdom to the endlessly alluring Kui, I have sampled them all."

"I also accepted five women of unsurpassed beauty and exceptional aptitude as my disciples. Under my meticulous instruction, they all became formidable experts, whereupon I took them as my Furnaces."

"Every night was filled with music and revelry."

"My eldest disciple is cold and aloof. With her God-Shocking Sword, she spreads slaughter across the land."

"My second disciple excels at strategy. Known as the Reincarnation of the Heavenly Mathematician, she moves freely through the halls of power."

"My third disciple is innocent and guileless, yet a murderous fiend. On rainy nights, she carries a blade, not an umbrella."

"My fourth disciple possesses an innate seductive allure. Through the Desire Maiden Art she practices, every frown and smile leaves men spellbound."

"My fifth disciple is the proudest of all. Not one hero under heaven is worthy of her notice."

"I know that all five disciples hate me to the bone and wish me dead every moment of every day, but I care nothing for it."

"My strength is enough to sweep all obstacles aside.

"These little games between the bed curtains only add to the excitement."

"But even these are not enough."

"My enemies' wives, my old acquaintances' daughters..."

"..."

"I heard that the Southern Pacifying King had a princess consort, rounded as a pearl and smooth as jade, beautiful enough to topple cities and kingdoms. I demanded her for myself, and affection grew with time."

"..."

"March 1. Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King. Demon Venerable Tower!"

"March 2. Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King. Tide Listening Pavilion."

"March 3. Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King. Beside the lake by the rockery!"

"March 4..."

"March 5..."

"..."

Beneath the dim yellow light sat a young man, his face deathly pale and his head drenched in sweat.

He stared at the great stack of yellowed diaries before him, sighing again and again!

His name was Fang Yang.

In his previous life, he had been an ordinary office worker.

Because of his extraordinary good looks, his boss had mistakenly believed he was having an affair with the boss's wife.

So his boss had constantly made life difficult for him.

What he hated most in life was being falsely accused.

So he went ahead and had that affair...

He worked overtime during the day, and at night... he worked overtime too.

In the end, he dropped dead!

He transmigrated into the body of someone in this world known as the Blood Rain Demon Venerable.

This Demon Venerable had made his debut at twenty, his brilliance and talent unmatched.

In just fifteen years, he had brought the entire world to heel.

The mere mention of his name made people tremble with terror.

Aside from his fondness for reuniting his enemies with their entire families in death,

He also had one little hobby: beautiful women.

His talent in that regard was even more extraordinary than his talent for martial arts.

For fifteen years, he had plowed away every day without fail.

Finally, after a month of secluded cultivation with no intention of emerging before a breakthrough, he had suffered cultivation deviation and died.

That had given Fang Yang an opening to slip into.

Crackle! Crackle!

The candle sputtered from time to time.

Fang Yang rubbed his brow and closed the ninety-ninth diary, his heart full of frustration.

Transmigrating into a Demon Venerable who held the entire world beneath his heel did not seem like a bad thing.

The problem was that his current situation was already hanging by a thread.

He had transmigrated yesterday.

The moment he arrived, he discovered that not a trace of his predecessor's memories remained in his mind.

All his internal energy was gone.

After resting for a long time, he rummaged through the secret chamber before finally finding these diaries left behind by Demon Venerable Fang.

Just as criminals liked to return to the scene of their crimes,

Demon Venerable Fang had also liked recording his countless evil deeds.

From the first day of his debut to the days when his might shook the world...

He had recorded everything he did, sparing no detail.

There were even reflections and insights.

A villain with talent, perseverance, and a habit of reviewing his own performance.

No wonder the man had succeeded.

It was only through these diaries that Fang Yang gained a rudimentary understanding of his predecessor.

And once he understood, all he could do was heave a rueful sigh.

In this world, high-level cultivators liked to enter seclusion without emerging until they achieved a breakthrough.

That was especially true of Dharmakaya Realm experts like the Demon Venerable.

They would routinely spend ten days or half a month in seclusion.

But going into seclusion for an entire month, as he had this time,

And refusing to emerge without a breakthrough, was utterly unprecedented. It suggested that something had very likely gone wrong.

Perhaps no one had dared inquire before, cowed by the old demon's oppressive might.

But as time passed, many people within the cult had begun stirring restlessly.

From yesterday until now, two groups had already come to express concern and ask after him.

Although he had managed to bluff his way past both,

He could not keep it up for very long.

Over the years, the Demon Venerable had swaggered about unchecked and made plenty of enemies.

There were enemies even within the Blood Rain Pavilion.

It was just that the Demon Venerable's martial prowess had once been unrivaled.

It had been enough to keep everyone cowed, so that none dared make a reckless move.