After I Transmigrated into a Book, I Became the Devil's Master

[Next up: the xianxia novel After Swapping Bodies with the Demon Venerable. Please add it to your reading list! Blurb at the end.] Lin Bei woke up in the body of a cannon-fodder supporting woman who had just died in an epic fantasy novel. The magic circle, which was on the verge of disappearing, was completed by her soul. She summoned a monster with pitch-black feathers. It looked like a bird, but not quite. Its red eyes stared at her with malice. At night, the black bird would transform into a bizarre figure. Its body was shaped like a human’s, yet not a single part of it was human. Its features had an uncanny beauty, a pair of horns sprouted from its forehead, and a pair of black wings grew from its back. He called himself a demon. · One night, the demon suddenly reverted to his true form and seized her wrist in his broad claws. He lowered his head and breathed warmly by her ear, coaxing her maliciously: “Human, sacrifice your soul to me. I’ll grant you immortality and beauty. Money and power will all be yours.” Lin Bei couldn’t help kicking him away. “Watch your attitude. Call me Master.” - Please add After Swapping Bodies with the Demon Venerable to your reading list! Xie Weining transmigrated into the body of a wicked cannon-fodder supporting woman in an old-school xianxia novel. The original owner was the daughter of the Immortal Emperor. She was infatuated with the male lead and hated the female lead. Not only did she refuse to practice magic, she was also obsessed with competing with the female lead for affection and power, earning everyone’s hatred. To win the male lead’s attention, she even volunteered to take on the Demon Venerable, only to be left half-dead, infected by demonic energy, disfigured, and stripped of her cultivation. The moment she opened her eyes, she found herself at the scene where the original owner had led a group to confront the Demon Venerable and his people at the edge of the demon realm, all high and mighty. A group of demon cultivators were approaching them head-on. Xie Weining: ... She’d transmigrated too late, and her cannon-fodder fate was too awful. What was the point of playing this game? She was done. She chose to lie flat and wait for death. Then, out of nowhere, a violet-ranked heavenly thunderbolt struck. When she woke again, the whole world had changed! (Not really.) “Your Excellency, the Left and Right Protectors are fighting again!” “Your Excellency, are we still going to attack the immortal realm?” “Your Excellency, ten more people have gone mad from their cultivation!” Xie Weining looked down at her flat, muscular chest and felt her abs. Her expression was bleak. “I need to rest.” Meanwhile... A group of people surrounded a badly wounded “Xie Weining” who had just woken up, speaking with irritation. “What have you done? What happened to the Demon Venerable?” “Look at the mess you’ve made. You’re nothing but trouble!” “You got so badly hurt on your own turf? You’ve disgraced the entire immortal realm!” “...” The person’s face darkened, their voice cold. “Too noisy. All of you, get out.” Everyone: “How dare you speak to us like that!” In the next moment, the other person’s expression turned furious, and they drew their sword and charged. Theme: Be yourself and fear no power.