My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 154

Leaving the room, Tony walked toward the elevator.

Before crossing paths with Kamo and Arlen.

But he didn’t really care and kept walking.

Before Arlen grabbed his elbow.

Arlen: You don’t remember us anymore.

Turning to look at their faces, Tony said:

Tony: I do, but I don’t care.

Kamo: You don’t want to talk to us just because we ignored you the day we came back from our mission.

Rolling his eyes, Tony sighed:

Tony: Are you serious? Do you think I’m a kid or what? And anyway, I’ve got more interesting things to do than talking to you… go talk to Degis, he’s over there.

Suddenly, Arlen’s and Kamo’s faces froze.

Kamo: He’s still alive?

Feeling confused, Tony decided to dig deeper:

Tony: What happened that makes you think he’s dead?

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Arlen: He disappeared the very day the Payo and Chang clans arrived on Earth. But you know his personality, he would never have dared to run away like that, especially alone.

Disappeared…

Suddenly, an unrelated question popped into Tony’s mind.

Tony: Now that I think about it, if the two clans probably arrived through a portal similar to the one over there… then why isn’t the one they used visible?

He didn’t even notice he was speaking out loud.

Leaving Kamo and Arlen intrigued by his words.

Arlen: Where are you going with this, Tony? And what portals are you talking about?

Tony: Uh… Ah right, I can just ask Sys, she’ll be able to explain it to me.

His eyes returning to reality, he saw Arlen and Kamo staring at him as if he owed them answers.

Tony: It was a pleasure… goodbye.

He said as he walked away.

Deciding not to stop him anymore, despite their questions about what Tony had mentioned, Arlen chose to let him go.

Arlen: But tell us, is it true that you reached rank eight?

Stopping, Tony placed his hand on his head:

Tony: Seriously, do microphones still exist?

Arlen: Just answer the question.

Tony: Yeah, I’m rank eight. Why?

Kamo: What do you mean, why? Join our group. The group you’re in almost got completely wiped out, if I understood correctly. Ours is only sent on reconnaissance missions or to kill rank six or seven cultivators. You see, we live well, and on top of that Arlen reached rank nine. I remember you liked fighting, so come with us.

Kamo held out his hand toward Tony.

Before suddenly pulling it back after seeing Tony’s disdainful look.

Tony: You’re ridiculous, seriously. Normally, you should have heard me say that a final battle will happen soon. And you’re talking to me about living peacefully… please, don’t make me laugh. I’m sure that right now you think rank nine is the highest rank in cultivation. You really make me laugh. There are two things that matter the most to me: training and experience. And I’m talking about real experience. Brushing against death, facing opponents who make you feel pressured just by their techniques.

But I don’t plan on teaching you. I already have to do that for myself, so… goodbye.

This time, they didn’t stop Tony. Instead, they wondered why he had said all that to them.

Voice: Well, Tony has had a long and rather harsh life.

A voice muttered behind them.

Turning around, they saw a boy with smooth, long hair, blue like pure water, wearing a cultivator’s robe.

Kamo: And you are…?

Hikiri: That’s right. You can call me Hikiri… but those close to me call me Hikiri.

Huh…

Arlen and Kamo reacted the same way.

Hikiri: No, you know what? Forget it. You’re a bit too normal.

Hikiri declared.

He walked off in the same direction as Tony.

Leaving the two of them stunned.

But whether it was Tony, Hikiri, or all the other members of their groups, they had all planned to train.