The Male Lead I Met After Transmigrating Into a Book Confessed to Me

Su Zhen only learned after her death that she was the vicious supporting female character in a cultivation novel. In the book, she was born into a noble family and had extraordinary talent, but because she loved her master, she repeatedly made things difficult for the heroine, her junior sister. In the end, the heroine’s admirer set her up, and she was sentenced to a cruel death, pierced by a rain of arrows. She was reborn at the beginning of the story. Holding a carefully prepared gift, she stood outside her master’s room, waiting to ask to see him. Su Zhen: “...” Without changing expression, she smashed the gift and prepared to leave for good. But when she turned around, she saw a stranger not far away, watching her with a complicated expression. Su Zhen: “You saw nothing. If you dare say a word, I’ll kill you.” The stranger nodded obediently. Su Zhen swept away. The next day, her grand martial uncle, who had been away for years, returned to the mountain. The whole sect was in an uproar. Her senior brothers and sisters dragged Su Zhen along with them as they followed their master to pay their respects to the returning elder. On the way, she heard countless stories about her grand martial uncle. They said he was the greatest cultivator in the immortal sects, a sword god who had never lost a battle. He had vanquished demons without fail and cut his way through the Nine Realms, never meeting a worthy opponent. Su Zhen was puzzled. Wasn’t this person supposed to have already ascended? The next day, in the main hall, the sect leader and elders all bowed, and the other disciples lowered their heads. Su Zhen quietly looked up and saw a flawless, handsome man seated at the head of the elevated platform. Su Zhen: “!” Isn’t that the guy who saw me smash the gift yesterday, the one I threatened? Before long, rumors spread throughout the sect that Su Zhen had angered her master and was about to be expelled. While taking a walk in the back mountains, she ran into that grand martial uncle again. The sword god who shook the Nine Realms and struck fear into the hearts of wicked cultivators looked at her, deeply conflicted. “Do you still love him? If you don’t, how about becoming my disciple?” Su Zhen: “?” Seeing her displeased expression, he immediately changed his offer. “Or I could become your disciple instead.” Su Zhen: “...Are you sick?” He fell silent for a moment. “Maybe being an idiot is a kind of sickness.” Su Zhen: “???” He looked at her with utter seriousness. “I’m your biggest fan.” ※ Not traditional cultivation. Mid-to-high fantasy, with extensive original worldbuilding. ※ Plenty of romance, happy ending, with a little plot-driven power progression. ※ The heroine is reborn and the hero transmigrates. The protagonists are not perfect. ※ A slice-of-life story with lots of dialogue and inner thoughts, and an unhurried pace. Upcoming story: "The White Moonlight Doesn’t Think So" Su Tang transmigrates into a tragic xianxia romance as the white-moonlight supporting female character. According to the original story, she’s the male lead’s junior sister and will sacrifice herself for him early on. Years later, after he becomes the greatest cultivator in the world and a famous sword immortal, he’ll meet the heroine, who looks just like her, mistake her for Su Tang’s replacement, and drag her into all kinds of melodramatic angst and suffering. After countless trials and dangers, the hero and heroine finally end up together. But to save the world, the hero sacrifices himself to seal the great villain, and the entire book ends in tragedy. Su Tang: “...” Su Tang thinks this won’t do. After transmigrating, she avoids the male lead’s group to escape her scripted death. She finds an ordinary master who is tall, handsome, and only moderately talented, trains hard, and plans to leave the sect as soon as she’s learned enough. Later, her master accidentally reveals his identity, and Su Tang discovers he’s a member of the demon clan. To save her life, Su Tang blurts out a lie: “Master, you don’t have to kill me to keep this secret. I’ve admired the Demon Realm for years.” Her master remains remarkably calm. “Why?” Su Tang knows that the great villain who drove the male lead to sacrifice himself in the original story, Xie Yan, the future Demon Venerable who will shake the myriad realms, has already made a name for himself. More than half of the three thousand demon gods have submitted to him, and he’s about to unite the entire Demon Realm. Su Tang improvises: “Because I admire the Demon Realm’s Venerable Xie.” Her master gives her a peculiar look. “...” Later, her master has to leave the sect for a while. Before going, he tells her to keep up her cultivation and says he’ll come back for her in a few years. By then, perhaps he’ll be able to help her get what she wants. Su Tang sends her master off in a daze. Soon after, she runs away from the sect too, heading to a secret realm to cultivate for several hundred years. She becomes a carefree immortal in the outer realms, living a leisurely and happy life. One day, she wakes up from a long sleep to find a friend visiting with the latest news from the outside world. The Demon Realm’s armies have swept across every direction. The Demon Venerable’s power is boundless, and no one can oppose him. Even the famed sword immortal has fallen to him, while the rulers of the Nine Realms have all been defeated, trembling as they bow their heads. Her friend suddenly looks uneasy. “I heard the Demon Venerable once searched for someone surnamed Su. Was that person one of his disciples?” Su Tang: “?” Not long afterward, on a battlefield littered with wreckage, she sees the Demon Venerable. He looks exactly like her master. Dark clouds stretch across the sky, the mountain peaks fade into shadow, countless demons prostrate themselves on the ground, and tens of thousands of gods and immortals kneel in silence. The handsome man in black armor slowly approaches her, takes her face in his hand, and grits out in a low voice, “You said you admired me!” Theme: Love is the wisest kind of madness.