Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Garion crossed his arms and looked at Aveline, smirking.

"Before I tell you my idea... I want to ask you something first."

He turned to Raviel.

"Your clan also has a Grand Elder, right?"

Raviel scratched his cheek, looking slightly annoyed.

"Of course. He's even stronger than me."

Garion nodded slowly.

"And his attitude?"

Raviel clicked his tongue.

"The worst. Because of him, our clan isn't just known as strong… but also as brutes. The reputation is terrible."

Garion smiled faintly.

"I see. That makes this even easier."

Aveline blinked. "Easier for what?"

Garion spread his arms casually.

"Well… Since you two are going to get married anyway, why don't you make a new clan or sect together?"

He smirked, wagging his finger.

"No old monsters to drag you down. This will be a fresh start for the both of you."

Both Raviel and Aveline froze.

Raviel pointed at him. "What?!"

Aveline's brows shot up.

"You can't just say that like it's some vegetable shopping!"

Garion laughed.

"Why not? Sounds great to me."

But before he could continue, both of them raised their voices at once.

"It's not that easy!"

"We can't just move together like that!"

Raviel added, waving his hands around.

"How about clan territory?! Members?! Resources?! We can't just grab them and run!"

Aveline nodded firmly.

"There are rules to do that, and also... how about territory? It's hard to find a good..."

Garion smirked.

"You can just use [Origin], right?"

The whole area went silent.

Elders from both clans snapped their heads toward him with wide eyes.

Raviel stiffened.

Aveline's jaw dropped.

"How can you know about it?"

Raviel nodded.

"That's one of the most important secrets among all super clans and super sects."

Garion tapped his chest proudly.

"Because I have one too."

Absolute silence.

Raviel stared at him like Garion had grown a second head.

Aveline looked between him and the sky, unsure if she should laugh or panic.

"No wonder."

Garion grinned even wider, proud of himself.

"With [Origin], your territory problem is solved, right?"

He gestured casually.

"[Origin] is basically an item to alter land to whatever you need."

Aveline let out a long, slow sigh.

"It seems so…"

She turned sharply to her elders.

"Bring the [Origins]. Now."

The elders bowed and rushed toward the treasury as fast as their legs could move.

A few minutes later, they returned carrying several smooth, round, green stones.

They were glowing faintly like they held their own heartbeat.

There were six in total.

But none of them were big.

The largest was barely the size of a fist.

Garion frowned. "This is small."

Aveline nearly choked.

"Small?! Are you kidding me?!"

Raviel nodded seriously.

"This one is the biggest I've ever seen. It's top-quality Origin."

Garion blinked.

"Really? Mine is like… I don't know. Twice or three times bigger than this."

Dead silence.

Raviel's jaw dropped.

Aveline's mouth opened slightly.

Even the elders froze like their brains had crashed.

Raviel slowly pointed at him.

"No wonder you're so strong… Your place's mana purity must be way higher than ours."

Dahlia suddenly turned to Arden, whispering.

"No wonder the air here feels light. The mana on God Gym back in Demon Gate Island is so heavy and thick."

Arden nodded quickly.

"I thought I was just hallucinating…"

Garion didn't bother reacting.

"Well, at least you have Origins. You can adjust your territory however you want. That's what matters."

He clapped his hands together once and turned toward Raviel with a smirk.

"Now… it's your turn, Raviel."

Raviel frowned, arms crossed.

"I can't just take the Origins from my clan. The Revalis Clan is still standing."

Garion chuckled.

"You say that, but didn't you also say your grand elder is the one you hate the most?

He gestured toward the ruined Avenora Clan.

"Sooner or later, your clan might end up like this place if you leave it alone. Power rules this world, remember?"

Raviel went quiet. He was thinking hard, brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Garion leaned closer, poking his arm.

"By the way, what about the elders you brought?"

Raviel sighed.

"The eight elders I brought, including Rendric, are my most trusted people. Don't worry about them."

Garion nodded, satisfied.

"Good. While you're thinking…"

He suddenly turned, pointing straight at Aveline.

"Go pack your things."

Aveline blinked quickly, taken off guard.

"Eh? But Raviel hasn't even..."

Garion waved his hand casually, cutting her off.

"No need to wait. Just pack. Tell your members to get ready. We're moving."

Aveline let out a long sigh, shoulders lowering as if she'd just been buried under a mountain of problems.

"…Alright. I'll prepare."

Garion added, eyes narrowing slightly.

"And leave the male members here."

Aveline froze for a moment.

"Leave… them?"

Garion shrugged like it was obvious.

"They made their choice. You don't owe them anything. From now on, the Avenora Clan will be female-only."

The nearby women looked at each other. Some were relieved, and some others were nervous.

Arden just stood there awkwardly with a small, stiff smile.

Garion pointed his thumb at him without even looking.

"Except this one. Your nephew stays."

Arden lifted a hand slightly.

"…Hi, Aunt."

Aveline stared at him, eyes soft but tired.

"You're still the member of the Avenora Clan whether you like it or not."

Arden straightened a bit, puffing his chest.

"Of course. I am."

Garion smirked.

"Good. Then move. The earlier you pack, the sooner we rebuild."

Aveline nodded, finally turning around with a determined expression.

"Fine. Let's do this."

Garion watched her leave for a moment, then shifted his attention back to Raviel with a raised brow.

"Alright, your turn. Why are you thinking so hard? I already told Aveline to start packing."

Raviel rubbed his forehead, letting out a tired sigh.

"This isn't some simple daily choice, Garion. It's a life-changing one. I can't just jump in without thinking."

Garion smirked.

"Yeah, yeah. Big patriarch decisions."

Raviel pointed toward Aveline's direction.

"Help her first. I'll talk things through with my elders. Only then will I decide."

Garion nodded, stepping back.

"Okay then. Settle your side. Don't take too long."

Raviel exhaled slowly, eyes firming.

"I won't. Just go. I'll handle the rest."

Garion grinned and turned away, satisfied.

"Good. We'll be waiting."