Starforce Warriors-Chapter 398: White Lotus Killing Sword

The cemetery was much larger than Li Xiaofei had imagined. Li Xiaofei had initially thought that the cemetery would be heavily guarded. To his surprise, there wasn’t a soul in sight. The gray-robed elder still hadn’t appeared.

Dozens of gravel paths branched off to different parts of the mountain, their edges adorned with resilient and beautiful wildflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. The realm’s environment was exceptionally serene and lush with vegetation. It hardly resembled a post-apocalyptic world.

Numerous white stone tombstones marked the paths, like monuments, rising before the mounds of graves. Most of the tombstones were nameless. The owners of these unmarked graves was a mystery.

Were they former instructors of White Deer Academy or deceased students?

Li Xiaofei speculated, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Deceased students likely wouldn’t be deemed worthy of the title ancestor. He had looked up information about the Cemetery of the Ancestors in the academy’s library after the haunting incidents. The records were vague and offered little clarity.

He was occasionally beset by gusts of wind. Li Xiaofei paused in his tracks. The wind felt peculiar with how unpredictably it rose and died away.

Since nothing else out of the ordinary occurred, Li Xiaofei continued to walk deeper into the cemetery. At last, he came across a tombstone with an inscription.

“Grave of Zhong Dajun.”

Li Xiaofei stepped closer.

Who is Zhong Dajun?

After examining the grave for a while and finding no other information, Li Xiaofei pressed on, determined to locate Liu Shaji’s grave.

After a short while, he came across more marked tombstones.

“Grave of Ren Xiaoyao.”

“Grave of Liang Feixue.”

“Grave of Chen Sheng.”

“Grave of Bai Yuanxing.”

“Grave of Mi Ruyan.”

These names were unfamiliar to Li Xiaofei. Yet for some inexplicable reason, as he looked at each inscribed name, a deep sense of sorrow welled up within him. As he walked further, he saw an expanse of tombstones. All bore names. Li Lan, Hua Xiangrong... They sounded like women’s names.

Finally, he found what he had been searching for—a tombstone engraved with the name Liu Shaji. It really was here.

Li Xiaofei stood before the tombstone. Aside from the owner’s name, there was a line of small characters:

“Martial Emperor Liu Shaji, unmatched in White Lotus Sword Intent.”

Li Xiaofei read the line and fell into contemplation.

Martial Emperor?

Is this a title or a realm?

On Earth, the current divisions of martial realms placed the strongest at the Transcendence Realm, also known as the Saint Realm, the pinnacle of power in this world. None of the nine realms bore the name Martial Emperor.

Could it be just a title? But if someone dared to call themselves Emperor, their strength must have been overwhelming. How did such a person meet their end?

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In his mind, Li Xiaofei pictured the white-robed ghost.

If someone could manifest as a spirit after death, did this world truly have realms of life and death?

“I’ve found you. Can we talk now?” Li Xiaofei called out loudly as he stood before the tombstone.

A sudden and bone-piercingly cold gust of wind swept past him. Instinctively, Li Xiaofei placed a hand on the tombstone to steady himself.

Boom.

The tombstone collapsed, sinking into the ground in all directions and sending a cloud of dust into the air. It was only then that Li Xiaofei realized that a dense fog had enveloped the entire cemetery without him noticing.

The yin energy in the air grew thicker. Li Xiaofei even felt a chill creeping through him. He had an uncanny sensation, as if something alive within the yin energy was watching him from afar...

Boom!

A burst of golden flames emerged in Li Xiaofei’s right hand. The power of the golden fire repelled the oppressive yin energy.

“It really is you.” A familiar voice came from behind him.

Li Xiaofei spun around, stepping back to create distance. His eyes widened in shock. The fallen tombstone was slowly rising from the sunken earth. No. More precisely, a hand was lifting the tombstone.

Moments later, a white-robed figure emerged like a specter from beneath the earth and said,. “Oh, it looks like you’ve found me.”

“It really is you.” Li Xiaofei recognized the white-robed ghost who had appeared in his dreams.

“They said Earth would give rise to one final supreme being, our last hope...” said the white-robed specter, Liu Shaji, as he looked Li Xiaofei up and down.

“Who are you, really?” Li Xiaofei asked. “Why are you haunting me?”

“Me?” Liu Shaji laughed. “I am just like the others; part of the old faction that fell in the chaos. I’m just a remnant of the past who was slain in the battles of yesteryear. I left behind an imprint, tethered to the ghost star to cycle through the six paths of reincarnation in the hopes of rising again amidst the drums of war and return to the battlefield...”

Li Xiaofei frowned. He couldn’t comprehend what he was hearing.

Liu Shaji continued to examine Li Xiaofei, especially the golden flame burning in his right hand. His eyes grew brighter, looking less like those of a ghost.

“You mastered the Dual Saint Body of Blade and Sword?” Liu Shaji seemed to drift into a distant memory, murmuring, “I once saw another person with this physique. Flame Blade and Ice Sword, an unrivaled power of his era. He slew the Reaper Emperor and subdued the King of Destruction. He could shatter the cosmos with a single thought and upend the six paths with one breath. His strength was beyond imagination, the greatest of humanity since time immemorial...”

Curiosity surged in Li Xiaofei’s heart, he asked, “Who was he?”

Liu Shaji looked at him and smiled faintly. “Blade and Sword Supreme, Ding Hao.”

“Ding Hao?” Li Xiaofei’s heart trembled. “I’ve heard that name before. One of the Five Supreme Heroes, said to be above the Saints—a figure akin to a deity. Some speculate that Ding Hao, like the first Saint, Taiyi, transcended the realm of Saints.”

“Huh?” Liu Shaji burst into laughter. It was as if he had heard the most absurd joke.

“Saints? They’re just insects trapped in a cage.” He flexed his fingers and said indifferently, “When I was alive, a single glance from me could instantly kill a hundred Saints.”

“Then why did you die?” Li Xiaofei asked.

Liu Shaji sighed, suddenly losing his desire to speak.

Li Xiaofei continued, “Since you’re dead, rest in peace. Why haunt me? We’re all human, and this kind of harassment confuses me.”

Liu Shaji shifted the topic. “You’ve mastered the Dual Saint Body of Blade and Sword. Don’t you want to inherit Ding Hao’s swords and saber techniques? The Chains of Blade and Sword Order are said to be unrivaled, capable of sealing laws and destroying star systems.”

“You have that inheritance?” Li Xiaofei asked.

“No.” Liu Shaji’s response was blunt.

Li Xiaofei did not respond.

Then why even mention it?

Liu Shaji added, “But I can guide you to obtain that inheritance. After all, I fought alongside Ding Hao for many years. Unfortunately, I died, and I don’t even know if he’s still alive... Young man, I bear you no ill will. You don’t need to be on guard against me.”

Li Xiaofei said nothing.

Liu Shaji went on, “You’re currently far too weak. Even if you gained Ding Hao’s inheritance, you wouldn’t be able to withstand it. How about this, I can grant you a different inheritance—the White Lotus Killing Sword, which once swept unmatched through the galaxy. What do you think? Isn’t that tempting?”

Li Xiaofei, tired of Liu Shaji’s rambling, finally lost his patience. “Cut to the chase. What do you want me to help you with?”

“Ah, young people today have no patience at all and no respect for the ancestors who died fighting for humanity’s survival...” Liu Shaji lamented, pointing at the grave mound beneath his feet. “Do me a favor and dig me up. Pull out the sword stuck in my backside—it’s been hurting me for ages.”