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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 383: Your Runaway Daughter Is Thriving · Oct 17, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: Grand Clan Meets Gym Logic 2026-10-17
352 Chapter 352: Love Style Is Not Soft 2026-10-17
353 Chapter 353: Apparently We Qualify 2026-10-17
354 Chapter 354: The Weakest One Was Special 2026-10-17
355 Chapter 355: Steel Demons Miscalculated Badly 2026-10-17
356 Chapter 356: Time To Stop Being A Vessel 2026-10-17
357 Chapter 357: Wrong Type Of Dangerous 2026-10-17
358 Chapter 358: Master Walks Out Casually 2026-10-17
359 Chapter 359: Hell Has No Paperwork 2026-10-17
360 Chapter 360: Valtor Improves The Naming Process 2026-10-17
361 Chapter 361: Casual Talk About Becoming Grand 2026-10-17
362 Chapter 362: Sect Mother Activates Hard Mode 2026-10-17
363 Chapter 363: The Calmest Bad News 2026-10-17
364 Chapter 364: Send The Best Or Don’t Bother 2026-10-17
365 Chapter 365: Ready Is Not A Question 2026-10-17
366 Chapter 366: They Came Too Early 2026-10-17
367 Chapter 367: Wake Up, Judges Are Here 2026-10-17
368 Chapter 368: Opening the Arena to Light 2026-10-17
369 Chapter 369: Sunlight Buffs and Royal Bombshells 2026-10-17
370 Chapter 370: The Dragon Princess Who Ran 2026-10-17
371 Chapter 371: The Master From Another World 2026-10-17
372 Chapter 372: The Sun Got Grabbed 2026-10-17
373 Chapter 373: Breaking Light With Flesh 2026-10-17
374 Chapter 374: One Slash Decided Everything 2026-10-17
375 Chapter 375: A Princess Without a Clan 2026-10-17
376 Chapter 376: Solar Spam From Above 2026-10-17
377 Chapter 377: Stop Dropping the Sun 2026-10-17
378 Chapter 378: Sunfall Used Incorrectly 2026-10-17
379 Chapter 379: Solar Genius Defeated by Flavor 2026-10-17
380 Chapter 380: Your Sect Is Too Weird 2026-10-17
381 Chapter 381: Welcome to Secret World Politics 2026-10-17
382 Chapter 382: Congratulations, Don’t Tell Anyone 2026-10-17
383 Chapter 383: Your Runaway Daughter Is Thriving 2026-10-17
384 Chapter 384: Dragon Dad Throws a Tantrum 2026-10-17
385 Chapter 385: Congrats, You Can Edit Reality 2026-10-17
386 Chapter 386: Legendary Beasts Apply for Membership 2026-10-17
387 Chapter 387: Legendary Beasts Press New Game 2026-10-17
388 Chapter 388: They Came Back Wrong 2026-10-17
389 Chapter 389: It Wasn’t Over 2026-10-17
390 Chapter 390: Legendary Beasts Regret Everything 2026-10-17
391 Chapter 391: That Wasn’t Supposed to Happen 2026-10-17
392 Chapter 392: Alchemy-Based Menace 2026-10-17
393 Chapter 393: Big Sister Used as Blueprint 2026-10-17
394 Chapter 394: Let This Be Your Warning 2026-10-17
395 Chapter 395: Too Late to Suppress 2026-10-17
396 Chapter 396: You Brought One Back 2026-10-17
397 Chapter 397: Clouds Don’t Usually Have Engines 2026-10-17
398 Chapter 398: Congratulations on the Marriage, Also We’re Moving In 2026-10-17
399 Chapter 399: You Left for a Month and Did WHAT? 2026-10-17
400 Chapter 400: Stop Casually Rewriting History 2026-10-17

Inside the inner halls of the Draconia Clan, the message traveled fast.

The Draconia patriarch was walking through one of the long stone corridors when he suddenly stopped mid-step.

”...Sorien of the Solmira Clan?” he repeated, turning his head slightly.

His brow furrowed, and the calm authority on his face tightened just a little.

”What business does he have here?” he asked.

The messenger immediately bowed. ”He said he has important information to deliver in person.”

The patriarch’s eyes narrowed.

”Important enough for him to come himself?” he muttered.

He thought for a brief moment, then waved a hand.

”...Very well.”

He straightened his robes and spoke firmly. ”Have them wait in the VIP guest hall.”

He glanced at the messenger again. ”Make sure they are treated properly.”

”Yes!” the messenger replied and hurried away.

---

Meanwhile, in the VIP guest hall, Sorien and Sindral were already waiting.

The room was wide and elegant, with carved stone pillars lining the walls, and dragon-shaped decorations subtly embedded into the design.

A low table sat in the center, already prepared with tea and refreshments.

Sorien stood calmly near the table, hands behind his back.

Sindral, on the other hand, shifted slightly, glancing around the hall.

”...This place hasn’t changed,” he muttered quietly.

Sorien replied calmly, ”Focus.”

Sindral straightened at once.

The other Solmira members had already departed earlier, returning on a separate flying ship.

Only the two of them remained.

Footsteps echoed from the far end of the hall.

Both Sorien and Sindral turned.

A large man entered.

He was tall and broad, with a powerful build that radiated pressure even without releasing any aura.

His long hair was tied back, and faint traces of scales could be seen along his neck and arms.

The patriarch of the Draconia Clan.

Darius.

Sorien and Sindral stood immediately.

Darius looked at them calmly, his sharp eyes pausing briefly on Sindral before settling on Sorien.

”Nice to meet you,” Darius said. ”Sorien of the Solmira Clan.”

Sorien inclined his head slightly. ”The pleasure is mine.”

He met Darius’s gaze. ”Nice to meet you as well, Darius. Patriarch of the Draconia Clan.”

Darius gestured lightly toward the seats. ”You requested this meeting. What kind of important matter brings you here?”

Sorien smiled faintly.

”Let’s not rush,” he said. ”Please, let’s sit first.”

Darius studied him for a moment, then nodded.

”...Very well.”

They moved toward the table and took their seats across from one another.

A servant quietly poured tea, then withdrew, leaving the room silent again.

Darius rested one arm on the table and looked straight at Sorien.

”So,” he said, getting straight to the point, ”what is it you came all this way to tell me?”

Sorien smiled faintly.

”Just beside your territory,” he said calmly, ”the Demon Gate Island and the surrounding archipelago have been claimed.”

Darius raised an eyebrow. ”Claimed?”

”Yes,” Sorien replied. ”A new Grand Faction has appeared.”

The cup in Darius’s hand stopped halfway to his mouth.

”...What?” he said slowly. ”A new Grand Faction?”

Sorien nodded. ”Yes.”

Darius set the cup down, his expression no longer relaxed.

”That’s not something that happens often,” he said. ”What faction?”

”It is called God Gym,” Sorien replied. ”It has officially been recognized as a Grand Faction.”

Darius frowned slightly, clearly searching his memory.

”God Gym...” he muttered. ”I’ve never heard of it.”

”That’s normal,” Sorien said. ”It’s a new sect. Barely over a year old.”

Darius looked up sharply. ”A year?”

Sorien nodded again. ”And yet, it has already reached Grand Faction status.”

Silence fell over the table for a moment.

Darius leaned back slightly. ”I see. So you came here to inform me about a new neighbor.”

”Yes,” Sorien said. ”And also to warn you.”

Darius’s eyes narrowed a little. ”Warn me?”

Sorien’s tone remained even. ”They are not a simple sect. They are really a strong one.”

Darius snorted softly. ”If they’re a Grand Faction, I wouldn’t treat them lightly anyway. I’m not some barbarian who picks fights for no reason.”

Sorien smiled. ”I know.”

Then he added, ”But what if I told you that one of the direct disciples of God Gym’s leader is named Dahlia?”

Darius froze.

”...Dahlia?” he repeated.

His fingers slowly tightened around the armrest.

”Who is that?” he asked, though his voice had already changed.

Sorien didn’t answer immediately. He only smiled.

”Dahlia,” he said calmly, ”your genius daughter who ran away.”

The room grew cold.

Darius’s expression darkened. ”Are you sure?”

Sorien turned his head slightly. ”Sindral.”

Sindral straightened at once.

”Yes, Patriarch Darius,” he said. ”I met her several years ago during the gathering of young elites. It’s her. Without a doubt.”

Darius leaned forward, his eyes sharp and unblinking.

”You’re telling me...” he said slowly, ”...she’s alive?”

Sorien nodded once. ”That’s why I’m here.”

His tone stayed calm, but the meaning was heavy.

”Do not provoke God Gym.”

Darius’s jaw tightened. His fingers pressed into the armrest.

”And what if I want to?” he asked coldly. ”That child ran away and turned the great Draconia Clan into a joke.”

His voice grew harsher.

”A genius abandoning her clan. People laughed. Other clans whispered. You think I forgot that?”

Sorien’s expression didn’t change.

”If you dare,” he said evenly, ”then I will stand with God Gym.”

Darius’s eyes widened slightly.

”I will work with them,” Sorien continued, ”to destroy you.”

The words landed cleanly. No threat. Just a statement.

”The Draconia Clan already has bad rumors,” Sorien added. ”Internal cruelty. Talent wasted. Bloodline pride over reason.”

Darius clenched his fist.

”You think you can threaten me in my own hall?” he growled.

Sorien met his gaze without flinching.

”I’m not threatening you,” he said. ”I’m warning you.”

He leaned forward just a little.

”God Gym is not a faction you can bully. Their leader is not someone you can scheme against. And Dahlia is not a weak girl who needs your permission to exist.”

Darius said nothing.

Sorien straightened.

”So I’ll say this one last time,” he said. ”Do not provoke them. Do not touch their territory. Do not send people to test them.”

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