Cultivating Immortality :I Obtained The Villain's Ascension Code Chapter 4: I Am Not Li Feng

Xiao Ning’s figure stiffened. His gaze swept toward the dim shadows beyond the cavern wall, where a faint rustle betrayed a presence.

A mont later, a woman stepped forward, her face half-veiled by the flickering light of the spirit lanterns embedded in the stone. Though her expression was unreadable, the longsword in her grasp pulsed with faint golden light—the unmistakable pressure of Nascent Soul could be felt clearly.

He didn’t need to guess. From the dregs of Li Feng’s shattered soul, her identity erged with clarity.

i Lin. The forr dao companion of this body’s original master. And a Nascent Soul cultivator of considerable renown.

She had seen through him instantly—without hesitation or inquiry. A testant not just to spiritual acuity, but to an intimacy born of shared history.

Xiao Ning exhaled slowly. There was no use feigning ignorance.

"You’re right," he said, voice calm despite the sword pointed at his heart. "I am not Li Feng. My na is Xiao Ning. I’ve... borrowed this shell after my own body perished."

i Lin did not speak. The blade in her hand trembled minutely, the aura around it thickening.

It wasn’t just hostility—it was disbelief, pain, rage.

She could sense that sothing had changed, and that change had stolen away soone she once knew.

Xiao Ning’s eyes fell on the sword. Its glow was stable, Clearly, this was not a woman shaken by grief alone. Her cultivation had been tempered through blood and fire.

Deceit would not survive long before her scrutiny.

This was no re transmigration. No reincarnation tale from idle tavern rumors.

The jade book had carved his soul into Li Feng’s crumbling shell, gouging out the remnants of its dying will. There was no room for falsehood here—only blunt truth.

He clasped his hands behind his back and lowered his voice. "My body was destroyed. Only a fragnt of my consciousness survived."

"Even your soul was destroyed?" i Lin asked coldly.

"Indeed," he said, tone dry. "What remains of stands before you, held together by sheer will and a sliver of spiritual sense."

Her brows knit together as she frowned. "To survive through consciousness alone... I’ve never heard of such a thing."

Xiao Ning let out a low chuckle, half mocking, half weary. "You’ve reached the Nascent Soul Realm. It is impressive. But beyond it, the world grows vast and strange. There are thods beyond what the cultivation manuals of this continent have recorded."

He turned slightly, gaze distant. "As for Li Feng... though his soul was beyond saving, I owe him—and by extension, you—an explanation."

i Lin tilted her head slightly. Though her stance remained guarded, the edge in her voice had softened, if only slightly. "Then speak."

Xiao Ning folded his hands behind his back and straightened his posture. "In my original form, I surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm by far. A cultivator of your level would have been of little consequence. Crushing you would have required no more than a flick of the finger."

The temperature in the cavern dropped.

i Lin’s eyes narrowed to slits. "You dare to mock , even now? No matter who you once were, you now inhabit a shell no stronger than my own—and one with a heavily injured nascent soul at that."

Xiao Ning raised a hand in quiet placation. "Peace. I intended no insult. My words are rely truth. This body is weak, yes, but my knowledge remains intact. If you are willing, I can demonstrate what lies beyond your understanding."

For a long breath, i Lin said nothing.

"Prove it."

Xiao Ning’s lips curved into a faint smile. He extended one hand, palm facing upward. A mont passed—then, with a shimr of golden light, a scroll materialized in the air. Strange symbols glowed upon its surface, etched with runes older than the common script of the cultivation world. Each character pulsed with faint solar essence.

"This is the Everlasting Nine Suns Sutra," he said quietly. "A supre technique from my past life—sothing even cultivators at the Divine Enlightennt Realm would not part with willingly."

i Lin’s eyes widened, though her body remained still. Even from her distance, the scroll’s oppressive radiance was palpable. It radiated the essence of sunfire—untad and eternal.

i Lin’s spiritual sense touched the scroll—then jerked back, stunned. She had expected danger, perhaps even a trap. But what she found instead were fragnts of a world far removed from her own. Visions of celestial flas, stars dying and reforming, suns colliding in a sea of light—each more impossible than the last.

"...What do you want in return?" she asked finally.

"A pact," Xiao Ning looked at her deeply. "Two terms. First: you must swear absolute silence about my true identity. If word spreads, powerful enemies may co hunting. Second: we shall rebuild the Shadowclaw Sect and avenge Li Feng..."

i Lin remained silent for a long while. Then, slowly, she lowered her sword, lost in thought.

Of course, she knew her Dao companion was beyond saving.

But if this man was telling the truth... then this could be the opportunity she’d been praying for. With the help of such an expert, not only could she save the sect—she might finally avenge him.

"Very well," she ley out a sigh and looked at him coldly, " But be warned—betray , and I will end you, no matter what realm you once stood upon."

Xiao Ning nodded solemnly. "Then let us seal the vow."

He reached inward—into the fragnted nascent soul where Li Feng’s lingering essence still lingered faintly—and drew forth golden threads of qi. i Lin followed suit, her own spiritual force intertwining with his. Between them, a glowing rune appeared, pulsing with mutual intent.

"I shall guard your secret and you shall aid in restoring the sect, and in exacting vengeance."

"As agreed," Xiao Ning replied.

The rune pulsed once, then split into strands of light, vanishing into their bodies.

i Lin studied him again, gaze lingering on the familiar features that now wore unfamiliar expressions. She saw Li Feng’s broken nose, the scar on his lip—but none of his warmth, none of his hesitation. The soul behind the eyes was a stranger.

Her gaze fell to the scroll.

"This technique," she looked at him with suspicion. "Is it truly safe for to cultivate?"

"The Everlasting Nine Suns Sutra is adaptable," Xiao Ning chuckled. "It harmonizes with the sun’s essence, refining the dantian through cycles of burning and renewal. It requires strength—but more than that, it requires will. If you can endure it, you will erge reborn."

Then, without pause, he explained the foundational layers of the technique—the breathing cycles, the sunfire condensation paths, and the critical early-stage pitfalls. i Lin listened intently, occasionally asking brief but incisive questions that showed her depth of understanding.

By the ti he finished, a sliver of dawn light had crept into the cave.

"I will begin stabilizing this body," Xiao Ning smiled bitterly. "It is riddled with flaws. I will require ti to adapt."

"Very well," i Lin nodded in acknowledgent, "The sect is in turmoil. We shall plan once you have regained your strength."

With that, she turned and disappeared into the shadows beyond the cavern’s entrance.

Xiao Ning remained still for a long mont before sitting cross-legged. With a breath, he directed his consciousness inward.

A faint shimr appeared before his eyes.

[Na: Li Feng]

[Lifespan: 450 / 567 Years]

[Cultivation: Nascent Soul Realm (disabled)]

[Spirit Root: Dual Dark and Earth Root (damaged)]

[Cultivation Techniques: Shadow Leaf True Scripture (Main), Myriad Shadow Thoughts Art, Shadow Teleportation Technique...]