Raviel's small flying ship hovered above the Revalis Clan's main hall.

From it, the Patriarch and Garion could clearly see the mess, such as broken tables, cracked walls, and several singed elders groaning on the floor.

In the middle of it all stood Dahlia, calm, confident, and completely unbothered.

Raviel crossed his arms and gave Garion a sideways glance.

"So that's her, huh? Your first disciple… the one who won the once-a-decade youth tournament?"

Garion smirked, leaning forward slightly. "That's her. Dahlia."

Raviel's brows rose as he watched her mana flare faintly again.

"I'll admit, I didn't expect her to be this strong at her age. She should be at least equal to a peak Second Realm cultivator."

Garion chuckled softly. "She's always been a hard worker."

He didn't bother mentioning that Dahlia had been cultivating for barely a year.

And that her monstrous growth was thanks to the God Gym's method and system assistance.

Saying that aloud would probably break their worldview.

Raviel nodded, still watching Dahlia wipe the dust off her hands.

"Your path must really be something special. She's young, but she fights like she's been training her whole life."

Garion's smile widened a bit. "That's why she's my disciple."

Raviel chuckled and then straightened up. "Alright, let's go down before she breaks the entire hall."

The small ship descended quickly, landing near the entrance.

The moment Garion and Raviel stepped out, every head turned toward them.

The disciples froze mid-bite, the elders stiffened, and even Dahlia took a half-step back, realizing she might have gone too far.

Garion's eyes swept over the room, and he immediately sighed heavily.

"Didn't I just tell you all to behave for one dinner before I left earlier?"

Dahlia frowned and pointed toward the groaning elders.

"They started it, Master! Those old men kept calling us brutes and uneducated barbarians!"

Rynar and Rynor raised their hands, nodding. "She's not lying."

Rynor added. "We were eating peacefully, but they had to talk trash first."

Rachel sighed quietly beside them. "I tried to stop her, Master, but you know how Dahlia is…"

Raviel let out a long sigh of his own, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I leave for one hour and you all start a war in my dining hall…"

He turned his sharp gaze toward the group of elders still standing at the far side of the room.

"And you all... Don't you know that they're my guests? Do you think insulting them makes you look noble? You're just embarrassing yourselves."

The elders lowered their heads immediately, some stammering excuses.

"P-Patriarch, we didn't mean to..."

"Enough," Raviel said flatly. "You've done enough."

Garion chuckled quietly beside him. "Patriarch Raviel, I think I might know the best way to handle this kind of behavior."

Raviel glanced over. "Oh? What's that?"

Garion crossed his arms and grinned wider. "Well, I did just finish building a brand-new gym tonight, didn't I?"

The words made several disciples exchange knowing looks, while the elders' faces paled slightly.

They didn't know what a gym was yet, but judging by Garion's smirk, it didn't sound pleasant.

Rendric, however, immediately groaned under his breath. He could already see where this was going.

"Oh no…"

Garion's grin only grew. "Patriarch Raviel, I think these elders just need a little… physical education."

Raviel chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Ah, you mean you want to teach them the value of exercise?"

Garion nodded slowly. "Exactly."

He glanced over at the groaning elders, especially at their thin and frail bodies.

"They've been sitting around for too long. It's time to work out all that arrogance and stiffness they've built up."

The twins burst out laughing at once.

Rynor slapped his knee. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Rynar smirked at the elders. "You all better stretch tonight, or you'll be crawling tomorrow."

Dahlia folded her arms, smiling proudly. "I'll help them warm up. Don't worry, I'll go easy on them."

One of the elders, still catching his breath from the earlier fight, turned pale. "Patriarch, surely you don't mean..."

Raviel raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I mean exactly that."

He turned toward Garion, amused. "So what kind of training are we talking about here?"

Garion grinned. "Of course, the specialty of our God Gym's workout routine."

The elders' faces went from pale to horrified, not knowing what it meant.

"P-Patriarch Raviel!" One elder stammered. "We are cultivators, not laborers!"

Raviel tilted his head slightly, his smirk sharp.

"You didn't look like cultivators a moment ago. More like stubborn old men yelling at guests."

The elder shut his mouth immediately.

Rendric sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Patriarch, you're really going along with this?"

Raviel laughed. "Of course! It's a perfect punishment. No damage to the clan property this time, and maybe they'll even come out stronger."

Garion nodded. "Exactly. Physical growth and mental discipline. It's all part of cultivation. And don't worry, I'll make sure they survive the session."

Rynor whispered to Rynar. "He didn't say 'comfortably survive,' did he?"

Rynar smirked. "Nope."

Rendric exhaled deeply, already picturing the disaster waiting to happen. "Tomorrow's going to be chaos…"

Raviel laughed again, clapping Garion on the shoulder.

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow morning, every elder who caused trouble will go to the gym for training."

The elders immediately began whispering frantically among themselves.

"Training? What does he mean by that?"

"I've never even heard of a 'gym'!"

"Maybe it's a meditation hall?"

"I doubt it… Did you see the way he smiled when he said it?"

Raviel waved his hand dismissively. "Enough complaining. Think of it as a chance to learn something new."

Garion smirked. "That's the spirit. Consider it an exclusive, one-day membership. Free of charge."

Dahlia grinned, cracking her knuckles. "I can't wait to see their faces when we start."

Rynar nodded eagerly. "We'll make sure they understand what real training means."

Rynor chuckled. "And what muscle pain feels like."

Rendric groaned again, whispering under his breath. "I should've just stayed home…"

Raviel ignored him and turned back to Garion.

"Alright then. Tomorrow morning, the elders train. You, your disciples, and I will be there."

Garion smiled and offered a hand. "Deal."

Raviel clasped his hand firmly, both men exchanging amused grins.

Then Raviel turned to the elders one last time.

"You heard him. Tomorrow at dawn. Be there, or I'll personally drag you out of bed."

The elders all bowed stiffly, muttering at the same time. "Y-yes, Patriarch…"

Garion nodded, satisfied, then looked over his disciples.

"Good. Now that's settled, everyone go get some rest. We'll need the energy for tomorrow."

As the group began to leave the hall, Dahlia leaned toward the twins and whispered.

"I think Master's planning to make tomorrow fun."

Rynor grinned. "Fun for us, maybe."

Rynar chuckled. "Not for them."

Rendric trailed behind, shaking his head with a sigh. "This is going to be a nightmare…"

Garion overheard him and smiled faintly. "Relax, Elder Rendric. It's just a workout."

Rendric gave him a flat look. "That's what you said before Patriarch Raviel tried to lift four hundred kilos."

Garion laughed quietly. "And he lived, didn't he?"

Rendric muttered. "Barely…"

Raviel only grinned, walking beside Garion.

"You know, I'm actually looking forward to this. Watching them suffer might be the best entertainment I've had all year."

Garion smiled knowingly. "Then make sure you come early. The first lesson starts with squats."

Raviel laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the hall. "Tomorrow, then!"

And as the two men walked off, the elders exchanged terrified glances.

Each of them was silently praying for mercy when dawn arrived.

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