After Becoming a Supporting Character in the Hehuan Sect, I Seduced the Male Lead's Master

Su Qingyu transmigrated into a cultivation novel aimed at male readers.

The hero and heroine were childhood sweethearts, while she was the vicious supporting girl from the Hehuan Sect.

She lusted after the hero and was infatuated with him. In the end, she exhausted all her cultivation to save him, only to be eaten by his mount.

But after she saved him, the hero lost his memory and forgot her completely.

Su Qingyu: "..."

What a total sucker of a disposable pawn!

So when she transmigrated into that part of the story, Su Qingyu left the badly injured hero behind and made a firm escape.

Whoever wanted to save that hero could do it.

Wouldn't it be better to avoid the plot and find some random nobody to cultivate with?

On the run, she met a sword cultivator.

His name was Shen Qi. He wasn't some famous character in the book, either, probably just an utterly ordinary passerby.

He was quiet and taciturn, cold and noble...

The moment he appeared, he stirred her Hehuan Sect cultivation technique.

Su Qingyu: "Oh?"

Then how could she not win him over!

She started playing the part of an innocent, harmless young female cultivator.

He was cool and self-possessed; she kept at it, and at last Su Qingyu cultivated him right into her bed.

After they cultivated together, Shen Qi solemnly insisted that he had to take responsibility for her and bring her back to his sect.

But once they entered the sect, she unexpectedly spotted someone she knew.

The overpowered hero she'd abandoned stared at her in disbelief, the corners of his eyes reddening, fists clenched.

Shen Qi stepped in front of her, his expression cold and displeased. "She's your Master's wife. How can you be so rude?"

Su Qingyu: "..."

Damn, she'd read him all wrong.

This guy was the hero's master.

...She only wanted to seduce some random nobody!!!

Everyone knew that Shen Linyuan became the foremost master of the sword at a young age, the greatest swordsman of his generation.

But no one knew his real name was Shen Qi.

Nor did anyone know that he was on the verge of ascending, but his cultivation technique had gone into reverse.

To break through to the next realm, he had to suppress his cultivation and return to the secret realm where he had attained enlightenment years ago.

On the way, he met a naive and sincere young female cultivator.

As they spent day and night together, he fell for a woman for the first time.

He wanted to take responsibility for her, protect her for life, and bring her back to his sect to become his cultivation partner.

But she suddenly left him without a trace.

He went mad searching for her.

When he finally found her...

The young woman wore a pretty pink dress and sat on a railing, swinging her legs as she offered someone advice: "Sword cultivators are easy to seduce. They're dumb and clueless. Just put on an act and they'll fall for it. I'll write you a guide later... remember to buy a copy!"

Shen Qi: "..."

So that's how it was.

His gaze darkened. With a composed expression, he tied her up and carried her back to his cave abode.

Once inside, they spent many days and nights wrapped in passion, leaving no trace of themselves outside.

Cool, self-possessed sword cultivator x shameless little liar

[Check out my completed novel: Sneaking into My Master's Cave Abode Every Night]

Nan Xu transmigrated into an angsty xianxia romance novel as the child of a dragon vein, the divine beast Suanni.

The heroine was a disciple of the immortal sect, locked in a melodramatic entanglement with the hero, the Demon Lord.

And she, the vicious supporting girl, was the Demon Lord's devoted simp.

For the Demon Lord, she infiltrated the immortal sect and became the heroine's junior sister.

Their master happened to be the frail, unforgettable man the heroine could never stop thinking about:

The sword immortal Li Yun.

The Demon Lord told her to become his disciple and cultivate hard, earning Li Yun's trust so he could take the opportunity to kill this romantic rival.

Nan Xu, who had just transmigrated into the story: "..."

She wasn't going to keep being a simp. She'd just play along and see what happened.

If the Demon Lord asked, she'd say she and Li Yun weren't close.

From then on, she dozed off during her Master's lessons, slacked off while her senior sister practiced swordplay, coasted through secret-realm training, and skipped her sect assignments.

Life was so much happier when she lay flat. The only problem was that, as a fire-element divine beast, every night she had to reveal her fluffy true form because she couldn't suppress the real fire inside her.

Troubled, Nan Xu secretly found a place where she could mooch off the air conditioning:

The sword immortal Li Yun's cave abode.

Her frail Master's body was freezing cold, so she could use that chill like an ice pop to suppress the real fire inside her.

And Li Yun seemed to think she was just a kitten that had wandered in by mistake, letting her come and go as she pleased.

She stayed in his cave abode at night, then slipped away at dawn and went back to being the junior sister who barely registered in anyone's eyes.

Everything was perfect.

Until one day, she took a nap in a secret realm.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the man's dark hair hanging beside her cheek and his cool, handsome profile.

Beside them, her senior sister looked ready to cry. "Junior Sister, why are you lying in Master's arms?"

The Demon Lord's eyes turned red. "A Xu, is this what you meant by saying you weren't close?"

Nan Xu: "..."

Oh no.

Her air-conditioning scheme had blown up in her face.

The sword immortal Li Yun was a heaven-gifted genius, famous throughout the world and the finest of this generation's cultivators.

But he suffered a severe injury in a battle between immortals and demons. The cold invaded his bones, leaving him unable to cultivate and almost a complete invalid.

To keep him from being bored, the sect gradually arranged for him to take on quite a few disciples.

He occasionally taught them, but spent most of his time in seclusion, out of sight. The disciples, each with their own ambitions, all wanted to find a more powerful patron.

His days were dreary, and he had no interest in the mortal world.

Until one day, he met a slow-witted, carefree little disciple.

And a kitten that snuck into his cave abode late at night.

Cool, solitary master x slacking fluffy little ball of a disciple

Theme: Love requires sincerity