Starforce Warriors-Chapter 395: The Sword In The Butt

Li Xiaofei studied diligently during class. When it came to learning ancient martial arts, he never slacked off. Li Xiaofei’s perception and innate talent for ancient martial arts was fully evident during this process. He instantly understood the intricate techniques of the saber the instructors demonstrated and managed to draw inferences from one example to another in the shortest time possible.

This technique, A Journey Begins, is truly remarkable. The form is secondary. The essence lies in its spirit. When the spirit is perfected, one becomes invincible. This is a supreme saber technique that can lead to mastery.

Li Xiaofei was deeply shaken. The techniques taught at White Deer Academy, whether it was the Innate Art or A Journey Begins, were genuine masterpieces of ancient martial arts. If the students could cultivate successfully, they would not remain obscure.

Fang Baicheng had mentioned that when A Journey Begins was cultivated to a certain level, it could slay Saints. Li Xiaofei had initially dismissed this as boasting, but now, he realized it was no exaggeration.

Soon, the class ended. Next was time for self-study. Some students, eager to learn, continually sought advice from the instructors. Ding Yifeng and several other instructors paid special attention to top students like Li Junjie, proactively offering guidance.

Li Xiaofei and Ximen Piaoxue, who ranked low and did not take the initiative to ask questions, unsurprisingly remained unnoticed as they blended into the background.

"Big brother, you looked so serious during class earlier. You weren’t actually studying, were you?" Ximen Piaoxue leaned in with a sly expression. "Do you really believe what those instructors say? Let me tell you, don’t be fooled by their big talk—it’s just a tactic for brainwashing."

"Tactic?" Li Xiaofei questioned.

"Yeah," Ximen Piaoxue continued. "These low-ranking academies rely on constantly brainwashing students into thinking the techniques are top-notch. But if you tell anyone outside, it’s just a joke."

Li Xiaofei remained silent. He had already realized that White Deer Academy was far from simple. Over the past few days, he had learned bits of the academy’s history. He hadn’t yet figured out why its former glory had faded, but he was certain that the founding place of Great Xia’s ancient martial lineage was no bluff.

White Deer Academy was hiding secrets. For example, that pesky white-robed ghost wasn’t something any scientific explanation could cover. He had a vague sense that he was in the right place.

When he saw Li Xiaofei’s doubtful look, Ximen Piaoxue added, "A few years ago, a student compiled a thirty-minute video of the instructors’ exaggerated claims during classes and posted it online. It made tons of netizens laugh their heads off and became the academy’s biggest scandal. Now, whenever White Deer Academy students go to the city, they get mocked relentlessly and often have to disguise themselves to hide their identity."

Li Xiaofei glanced at him. "You didn’t listen carefully in class, did you?"

"Only a fool would listen closely." Ximen Piaoxue said as he pulled out the latest portable light core. "Why not browse online for a bit? By the way, the Longya Group’s online Martial God Tournament has entered the final stage. The top 100 in the nation have already been announced... don’t tell me you haven’t been following it?"

Li Xiaofei smiled faintly. "Of course I have. I even placed a few bets and won some money. I’m particularly fond of Faithful Gentleman and Orchid Fairy in the top 100. All the experts say those two are the hottest contenders for the championship."

“Listening to experts is a sure way to fail,” Ximen Piaoxue said, his interest piqued as he launched into his analysis. “Those two you mentioned are indeed strong, but for a pro like me, betting is all about spotting the dark horses. The hotter the favorite, the higher the chance they’ll flop at the last moment. The real winners emerge from the so-called campers—the hidden players who come out of nowhere at the end.”

Li Xiaofei asked, “Campers? Who are you referring to?”

Ximen Piaoxue lowered his voice. “We’re buddies, so I’ll share the real scoop. If you want to place a bet, put your money on Your Grandpa and Zhang Zhihong. You’ll definitely profit.”

Li Xiaofei, maintaining a neutral expression, said, “What makes you say that?”

“You don’t watch a lot of live streams, do you?” Ximen Piaoxue asked.

“Live streaming is a waste of time,” Li Xiaofei replied.

“That’s where you’re wrong. This guy, Your Grandpa, is a streaming prodigy who’s recently rebranded himself as Grandmaster of Heaven. He’s made a name for himself in the streaming world and is already poised to win the Rookie of the Year on the Longya Group platform. His teachings are far better than what the White Deer Academy instructors offer. Many industry insiders suspect that Your Grandpa might be a disguised hidden master. He’s powerful and could be a strong contender for the championship.”

“Moreover, Zhang Zhihong is even more impressive. He’s made it to the top 100 without breaking a sweat. None of his opponents have lasted more than thirty seconds. So far, there’s no sign of him being defeated.”

Ximen Piaoxue smirked. “I have a few friends in Xiajing who are disciples of the Grandmaster of Heaven. I’m working on pulling strings to join his sect myself. Once I do, I won’t need to lay low at White Deer Academy anymore. I can head back to the city and live it up.”

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Li Xiaofei feigned curiosity. “Is the Grandmaster of Heaven really that influential?”

Ximen Piaoxue replied, “In the broader martial arts world, maybe not, but if you’re one of his disciples, you can strut around Xiajing’s elite circles like a king.”

Am I really that impressive and unaware of it?

His streaming activities hadn’t stopped, but his disciples had been handling the lessons in his place. The path of ancient martial arts was built step by step, and the techniques he’d already taught required time for students to practice and refine, so there was no rush to start new lessons.

Since his talented disciples had been teaching in his stead, Li Xiaofei didn’t need to personally oversee the classes. Li Xiaofei had deliberately avoided sharing any contact details outside of his light core to prevent interruptions to his regular life. If anything happened in his streaming room... Well, so be it. He could deal with it when he got back.

He had been at the school for a little over three days now. Li Xiaofei planned to visit the Tan family over the weekend to check on the young lady’s current situation. No matter what, he needed to make contact soon.

By then, it was time for dinner. The meals at White Deer Academy were quite good. There was meat and vegetables, along with medicinal dishes containing various herbs. They were colorful, fragrant, and flavorful, offering a hearty dining experience. In this regard, it was far better than the meals at Red Flag High School.

“Ah, at least the food here at White Deer Academy barely meets my standards,” Ximen Piaoxue said.

Li Xiaofei picked up his bowl and chopsticks, eating each bite carefully. He was analyzing the ingredients in the medicinal dishes, trying to deduce their effects. After everyone had left the cafeteria, he stayed behind to help the cafeteria workers clean up, making small talk to get familiar with them.

The medicinal dishes intrigued him. If he could obtain the recipes and understand their principles, introducing them at Red Flag High School could yield great results. Even though he was far from Liuhe Base City, the small city and that small high school still represented his dream of reviving ancient martial arts.

Ten years to grow trees, a hundred years to nurture people.

Reviving Great Xia’s ancient martial lineage would require unwavering commitment. However, the cafeteria workers, who had seen and heard it all, weren’t so easily swayed. One or two attempts wouldn’t be enough, so Li Xiaofei prepared for a long game.

That night, Li Junjie arrived looking distressed.

“Boss, did you understand today’s lesson?” His brows were knitted tightly together. “The teacher spoke too fast. I couldn’t grasp any of it, whether it was inner strength or the saber techniques.”

“Come with me,”said Li Xiaofei as he led him into his dormitory cave and began to explain everything in detail.

Li Junjie listened, asked questions, and practiced simultaneously. After about two hours, a realization dawned on him.

“So that’s how it works...”

“Boss, I can feel it now.”

“I get it.”

“You’re truly amazing, Boss. You make it so much clearer than the instructors.”

Li Junjie suddenly felt confident again, soaking up the knowledge and improving his skills rapidly.

At that moment, Li Xiaofei noticed that although Li Junjie’s comprehension was average, his physical aptitude was exceptional. Often, his body would understand and react even before his brain fully processed the concepts.

Finally, Li Junjie left, satisfied and content. He had mastered all the day’s lessons and even learned how to extend what he’d been taught. With this, he could maintain his image as a genius.

Li Xiaofei stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Nurturing a genius underling really does take effort and dedication, but this kid is worth it.

Later that night, when he went to bed, the white-robed ghost appeared again.

“Who the hell are you?” President Li snapped, his patience fraying.

But as soon as he opened his eyes and sat up, the ghost was gone.

Is the ghost only visible in my dreams?

Li Xiaofei felt weary, and a chill ran through his body. He thought for a moment and took out the Five-Whip Pill that Ximen Piaoxue had gifted him and swallowed two. Warmth flooded his body, and his blood surged with newfound energy. Before long, he managed to fall asleep again.

As expected, the white-robed ghost soon reappeared at his bedside.

“You’re finally here.”

“You came.”

“Help me, pull it out, it hurts.”

The ghost looked at Li Xiaofei with an unsettling expression and pointed to his own butt. When he looked, Li Xiaofei saw a white short sword embedded in the ghost’s butt.