Starforce Warriors

Before crossing over, Li Xiaofei had grown up in a relatively affluent family. His parents were well-off, which allowed him to indulge in his passion for ancient martial arts during university. Over the years, he had apprenticed under a thousand eight hundred and eight mentors to learn the ways of cultivation.

However, his family’s wealth was by no means boundless. Li Xiaofei followed the memories of his youth to a small city in the northwest. Yet, when he reached the familiar office complex where his parents’ company was supposed to be, he found no trace of them.

Even the company's registered legal name was completely unfamiliar. There were only a dozen faces that looked somewhat familiar as people he remembered from his previous life. But when he inquired about himself, none of them had ever heard the name Li Xiaofei. A deep sense of doubt settled in his heart as he pondered the situation.

He activated his divine abilities and extended his senses for a moment. Gradually, his expression shifted into one of surprise. He had detected a familiar aura in the outskirts of the city.

He instantly teleported there. What he saw left him momentarily stunned. A middle-aged couple was winnowing grain in an autumn wheat field. They were using the wind to separate wheat from chaff before bagging the clean grains and carrying them back to the courtyard of their house.

The home was simple, with brick walls and a clay gate. To the left of the entrance, a small aluminum plate was affixed to the wall, displaying the address in clear characters.

Hongqi Village. Liuhe Township. Ninth Production Team. Household No. 37.

None of that truly mattered. The only thing that mattered was that Li Xiaofei was absolutely, unquestionably certain that the middle-aged couple laboring in the wheat field were his parents.

It was them in their youth. Beside them, an eighteen-year-old boy worked tirelessly, his skin tanned from the sun, yet with delicate and well-defined features. He stood about 1.78 meters tall, drenched in sweat as he diligently helped with the grain.

A family of three. Nearby, a yellow mutt lay in the shade cast by the stacked wheat bags, panting heavily, its tail lazily swaying back and forth. Blue sky, white clouds, scorching sun, golden fields, scattered wheat grains... The entire scene was picturesque, simple yet heartwarming.

But waves of turmoil surged within Li Xiaofei’s heart. Still hidden from sight, he listened to their conversation. He quickly learned that the tanned young man was indeed the son of the middle-aged couple.

His name was Li Guorui. The name sounded eerily familiar.