[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method":3,"chapter-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-314":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1633392,2099,"Chapter 314: Hell Runs On Bribes And Booze","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-314",314,"\u003Cp>The moment they stepped fully into the city, everyone slowed down without meaning to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia turned her head left, then right. \"So... this is a demon city.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden scanned the streets carefully. \"It’s not that different from a human city.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were buildings stacked close together, narrow streets filled with noise, stalls selling food and strange items, and groups of people talking loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference was that none of them were human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horns, wings, tails, sharp teeth. Some demons looked almost human, others barely did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two demons were arguing near a stall. One shoved the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, fists were flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard walked over slowly, watched for a few seconds, then crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight ended when one demon slipped something into the guard’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard nodded. \"Take it somewhere else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both demons bowed slightly and dragged their injured friend away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion stared. \"...That was fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion shrugged. \"Same system. Different faces.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked deeper, a small demon suddenly rushed toward Dahlia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand reached for her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia felt it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of force knocked the demon clean off his feet. He slammed into a wall and slid down, unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several demons nearby glanced over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One snorted. \"Idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another laughed. \"Should’ve picked an easier target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one helped the fallen demon. No one even checked on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia clicked her tongue. \"Wow. Friendly place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden tightened his grip slightly. \"No one cares unless it’s their problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eliza walked quietly beside them, eyes moving, taking everything in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her steps made no sound at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion leaned closer to Garion. \"So... what’s the plan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion looked around calmly, as if he were sightseeing. \"First rule of any city.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We go to a bar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia blinked. \"A bar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion nodded. \"Food, drinks, loose mouths. Information moves faster there than anywhere else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden thought about it, then nodded. \"Makes sense. People talk when they drink.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion smiled faintly. \"And if they don’t talk...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion smirked. \"They drink more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed Garion down a wider street filled with noise and laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Music echoed from open doors. Demons stumbled out of buildings, arguing, flirting, shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped in front of a large bar with broken signboards and red lights glowing from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door creaked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm air mixed with the smell of alcohol and blood washed over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia cracked her neck lightly. \"I already don’t like this place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion stepped forward without hesitation. \"Good. That means it’s the right one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed the door open wide and walked in first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise hit them immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter, shouting, cups slamming on tables, and rough music filled the bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons crowded every corner. Some were drinking, some were gambling, some were arguing loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few glanced at the newcomers, then lost interest when they saw the red pass stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion went straight to the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hard drink,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender was a thick-armed demon with one broken horn and tired eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured a dark liquid into a heavy cup and slid it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion didn’t drink it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he placed a small pouch beside the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender’s hand paused for just a second before casually pulling the pouch closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He weighed it in his palm, then nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Information?\" the bartender asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion nodded. \"Who’s selling it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender picked up a glass and wiped it slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While doing so, he tilted his head slightly toward the back of the bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a door there. Old. Scratched. Two massive demons stood in front of it, arms crossed, eyes sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender leaned closer and slipped a small folded note across the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion took it and opened it casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give them drinks. Good ones. Not here. Search on your own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia peeked at the note. \"...That’s it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion folded it and tucked it away. \"That’s more than enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden frowned. \"Those two guards don’t look friendly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion glanced at the demons by the door. \"Yeah. They look like the kind that breaks people for fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion picked up the cup and finally took a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This is terrible,\" Garion said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia leaned over. \"That bad?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion set the cup down like it offended him. \"Burns going down. Flat taste. No balance. I’ve had disinfectant better than this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden coughed. \"You’re very specific about that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion turned back toward the counter and raised one finger. \"Bartender.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon looked over, already tired. \"What.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your best bottle,\" Garion said. \"Wine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender hesitated, then reached under the counter and pulled out a dusty bottle. \"That one costs more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion tossed another pouch of money on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender frowned instead of smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion noticed immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Not good enough to impress the guards,\" Garion said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender clicked his tongue. \"They’ve tasted better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion nodded once. \"Got it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the bottle and walked back to the table without another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia watched him sit. \"So what now, Master? Brute force?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion shook his head. \"No. Quality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Dion. \"Your turn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion blinked. \"Here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion slid the bottle over. \"Fix it. Just make it taste good. Nothing flashy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion stared at the bottle like it was an enemy. \"You know this place doesn’t even have proper grapes, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion leaned back. \"You’re not fixing the grapes. You’re fixing the wine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers rested on the glass as his[Unique Physique: Wine]stirred quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid inside shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp smell faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia leaned closer. \"...Wait. That already smells different.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden sniffed the air. \"It’s smoother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dion concentrated, sweat forming on his forehead. \"I’m not changing it into something divine. Just drinkable. Balanced. Warm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, he pulled his hand away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Done,\" Dion said. \"If they complain after this, they’re just picky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion uncorked it and poured a small amount into his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Acceptable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia grinned. \"That’s high praise coming from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion stood up with the bottle in hand. \"Alright. Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the guarded door again.\u003C\u002Fp>",1034,"2026-06-06T11:12:18.542Z",1,"novelbin.me","fd56693f7a96fb1c0457f878da70f44b7642b7b34f5fd799d315e1bc2525e9a6","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-315","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-313",613,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-cover.jpg"]