Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 499: Wedding Dinner Turns Strategic

Garion leaned back slightly as he finished the last bite on his plate.

He exhaled once. "...Done."

Beside him, Rachel set her utensil down, glancing at her plate. "...I actually finished it."

Garion looked at it, then nodded once. "Good."

Rachel gave him a small look. "...You gave too much."

Garion smirked faintly. "You said everything."

Rachel shook her head, but there was no complaint in her expression.

"...Still."

Before either of them could say more...

"Garion."

Sianor’s voice ca from the side.

Garion turned his head.

Sianor stood a short distance away, hands behind his back. Sorien was there as well, relaxed as usual.

Not far from them, Floren leaned casually against a pillar, and Clark stood upright beside him.

Garion glanced back at Rachel. "I’ll be back."

Rachel nodded. "Go."

Garion stood up and walked over.

As he approached, Floren raised a hand slightly. "Taking you away during your wedding. How cruel."

Garion stopped in front of them. "...Make it quick."

Sianor didn’t waste ti. "Alright. This is about our next move against the Black Chira."

Garion nodded once. "Yeah, I figured."

He looked at him directly. "So what are you going to do now?"

Sianor crossed his arms. "I and the others have decided to take action as soon as possible."

Garion’s eyes narrowed slightly. "As soon as possible?"

He tilted his head a little. "What plan do you have then? Do you even know where their base is?"

There was a brief silence.

Sianor t his gaze and answered calmly. "No. We don’t have that information yet."

Garion stared at him. "...Then what do you an by ’as soon as possible’?"

Floren stepped in, pushing himself off the pillar he had been leaning on. "Don’t worry, Garion."

He folded his arms loosely. "My informants have already started gathering it."

He raised a brow slightly. "You know, right? My girls are the best when it cos to information gathering."

Garion leaned back a bit, already understanding what he ant.

A dual cultivation sect.

That kind of network was effective in ways most factions couldn’t match.

Information flowed easily in places where people lowered their guard.

Garion nodded once, then looked back at Sianor. "Then what happens once you get the information on Black Chira?"

Sianor didn’t hesitate. "We strike directly."

His tone stayed calm but firm. "We can’t allow them to grow any stronger from this point on."

Garion uncrossed his arms, his posture relaxing slightly. "...I see."

He gave a small nod. "Then let know when that happens."

He turned his head slightly and pointed back toward the dining area. "For now, I need to go back."

A faint smirk appeared. "I’ve got a new wife to pamper."

Sorien let out a quiet laugh from the side.

Floren smirked but didn’t comnt.

Sianor simply nodded. "Alright, Garion. I’ll inform you the mont we have the information."

Garion gave a final nod.

Then he turned and walked back toward Rachel.

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Rachel looked at Garion as he approached. "You’re back."

Garion pulled his chair and sat down beside her. "Yeah..."

Rachel turned her body slightly toward him. "What were you talking about with them?"

Garion picked up his drink and took a sip before answering in a lower voice. "It’s about Black Chira."

Rachel’s expression shifted imdiately. "I see... that demonic faction."

She leaned in a little. "What about them? Is it going to be a future war?"

Garion nodded once. "Yeah. It’s a possibility."

Rachel leaned back slightly, crossing her arms. "Figures."

Her brows furrowed a bit. "So why are they so serious about this? Usually they’re more laid back when dealing with other demonic sects."

Garion rested his forearms on the table. "Because Black Chira is different."

He paused briefly. "They have Fourth Realm cultivators."

Rachel froze for a second, then looked straight at him. "...What?"

Her voice stayed low, controlled enough that no one nearby turned toward them.

She leaned closer, her brows tightening. "A Fourth Realm cultivator... does that really exist?"

Garion nodded again. "Yeah."

He lowered his voice slightly. "The top Grand Factions have them."

Then he paused. "...Oh."

He scratched the side of his head lightly. "I forgot to tell you about that."

Rachel stared at him. "...You forgot?"

Garion gave a small shrug. "It’s actually top secret, so it slipped my mind."

Rachel’s expression sharpened. "Top secret?"

She leaned in closer. "Then why are you telling now?"

Garion scratched his head again. "...Because you asked?"

Rachel closed her eyes for a mont and rubbed her forehead. "Don’t talk about it here."

Her tone turned firm. "That’s top-level information."

She tapped the table lightly. "If that spreads carelessly, it’ll be dangerous."

She glanced around briefly. "This is still a public setting. Even if it’s our island."

Garion nodded. "Alright. Sorry. I forgot."

Rachel held his gaze for a second longer, then leaned back again, exhaling. "...You really are careless sotis."

Garion smirked faintly. "Only sotis?"

Rachel gave him a flat look. "...Don’t push it."

Garion stopped smirking and looked down for a second.

Rachel scanned the surroundings once more, making sure no one was paying attention.

Then she looked back at him. "We’ll talk about this later. After this."

Garion nodded without hesitation. "Sure."

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The event slowly ca to an end.

The noise that had filled the hall earlier began to settle.

Plates were left half-empty on the tables, so stacked to the side, others forgotten as people leaned back in their chairs.

Valtor leaned back heavily, one hand on his stomach. "HAHA... that was worth it."

Clara pushed her plate away, shaking her head. "I ate too much."

One of the disciples groaned. "Training tomorrow is going to kill us."

Garion, still seated beside Rachel, glanced around the room.

Most of the guests were relaxed now. So were still talking; others were already preparing to leave.

Rachel wiped her hand lightly, then looked at him. "...Looks like it’s wrapping up."

Garion nodded. "Yeah."

Before they could say more...

"Garion."

Garion turned his head.

Sianor was walking toward them again.

Sorien followed behind him, hands in his pockets, while Floren and Clark approached from slightly different directions.

Garion stood up. "...You’re leaving?"

Sianor stopped in front of him and gave a small nod. "Yes."

Sorien stretched his arms slightly. "Good event."

Floren smiled faintly. "Enjoyable."

Clark added, "Well organized."

Garion nodded once. "Thanks for coming."

Sianor looked at him directly.

"Congratulations. Once again."

Garion t his gaze. "...Thanks."

Sorien smirked a little. "Try to get so rest after this."

Garion let out a short breath. "We’ll see."

Floren chuckled. "Don’t overwork on your wedding night."

Rachel, still seated, gave Floren a flat look. "...Behave."

Floren raised both hands slightly. "I am."

Clark ignored them, looking at Garion. "We will proceed with preparation."

Garion nodded. "...Got it."

Sianor spoke again, tone calm and steady. "Regarding earlier."

Garion’s expression shifted slightly. "...Yeah."

Sianor continued. "Please wait for the information."

Garion held his gaze, then nodded once. "I will."

Sorien added casually, "We’ll contact you as soon as sothing shows up."

Floren smiled faintly. "Don’t act before that."

Garion smirked. "...No promises."

Clark gave a short nod. "Expected."

There was a brief pause.

Then Sianor turned slightly. "We will take our leave."

Garion stepped back half a step. "...Safe return."

Sianor inclined his head slightly.

Sorien lifted a hand. "See you soon."

Floren waved lightly. "Try not to miss us too much."

Clark simply said, "Leaving."

One by one, they turned and walked away, their groups following behind them.