As a trainer, he has the rain trait

The news of the attack on Jingchu Dojo quickly spread among all forces.

The new headquarters of the Fu Hai Clan was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

Qinglong was sitting upright in the dark hall, wearing a black robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns. His face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of eyes that sparkled with a deep light.

When his subordinates came tremblingly to report the results of the battle at Jingchu Dojo and told him that they had not succeeded, the hall fell into a brief silence.

The subordinates who came to report didn't even dare to breathe.

However, to everyone's surprise, Qinglong did not show any anger at all. He just sat there quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, he raised his head slightly, a determined gleam in his eyes.

"Since we failed to take over the Jingchu Dojo, there is no need to dwell on it any longer. Launch the Yinglong Plan immediately." Qinglong's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the hall.

The men looked at each other in shock. They had expected Qinglong to be furious, but they hadn't expected him to be so decisive in pushing forward with the Yinglong Plan. Without even a moment's hesitation, they all obeyed the order and left.

Qinglong stood up, his black robe fluttering slightly in the air. He looked into the distance, with his own thoughts in mind.

The plan to attack the Jingchu Dojo failed, but the Yinglong plan could be carried out even without that thing, and this was the key for the Fuhai people to realize their ambitions.

He firmly believed that as long as the Yinglong Plan was successfully implemented, the Fuhai people would rule the entire Donghuang and even the entire world.

......

After climbing the last staircase, Zhilin looked down at the long road below and grumbled, "What a genius design! Using such a long staircase to screen out determined gym challengers."

That’s right, Zhilin had already arrived in the Xiliang area. He thought that since he was already there, he might as well challenge the gym, but he ended up climbing up hundreds of stairs.

If his body had not been strengthened by Yinglong's power, he would have been out of breath by now.

"Soft Zhonghua, hard Yuxi, the shorter the hair, the better! Fight for territory, stay in a hair-raising place, no matter how big the occasion, you can't be intimidated~"

A young man with a crew cut came over carrying a bag of vegetables, humming as he walked.

Zhilin stopped him and asked, "Brother, is the Xiliang Dojo nearby?"

The boy glanced at him, "Claws?"

"Challenge the gym!"

The young man was not surprised at all, "Got it, follow me."

Then he continued walking while carrying the vegetables.

"Call me a brother from the society, if it's not a mountain city, I won't drink..."

Wow~ He’s still a rapper.

The young man took Zhilin to a...hot pot restaurant?

The breeze blows gently, bringing with it a faint aroma of hot pot.

Zhilin stood in front of the seemingly ordinary hot pot restaurant, his face filled with shock and confusion. He couldn't connect this lively hot pot restaurant with the Xiliang Dojo.

At this moment, the young man who brought him here spoke with a smile, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Hey, don't be so surprised. This hot pot restaurant is the Xiliang Dojo, and my father is the owner here."

Zhilin widened his eyes, his gaze moving back and forth between the young man and the hot pot restaurant, his surprise evident in words.

"Your father? So, you are the owner's son?"

The young man raised his chin slightly and nodded. "That's right. My father has always run this Doliang Gym in a unique way. Here, hot pot is more than just a delicacy; it's a lifestyle, a way to grow with Pokémon."

Zhilin's curiosity was piqued. "Why did you choose a hot pot restaurant as your gym?"

The young man smiled and began to tell the origin of Xiliang Dojo.

"My family has been passionate about Pokémon for generations, and my father is a veteran Pokémon trainer. He feels that the traditional gym model is too one-dimensional and lacks a close connection with people's lives.

So, he hit upon the idea of combining the gym with a hot pot restaurant. Here, people can enjoy delicious hot pot while watching Pokémon battles, experiencing the fusion of the hot pot's sizzling atmosphere and the battle atmosphere.

Listening to the young man's story, Zhilin could only express that he didn't understand but respected him.

As he was speaking, the burly old Liang walked out of the store.

He was wearing a simple grey vest and a pink apron, a smile on his face.

Lao Liang's eyes fell on Zhilin and suddenly lit up.

"Hey, this young man looks very familiar. Are you Zhilin?"

Zhilin scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Do you know me?"

Lao Liang laughed heartily, his voice as loud as a bell.

"Of course. The champion of the Phoenix Cup is renowned far and wide. Your lightning dragon really impressed me. You are truly a young prodigy."

Zhilin was flattered and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Master, you are too kind."

Lao Liang waved his hand and said enthusiastically, "Why be embarrassed? Meeting is fate. Come in, let's eat hot pot and chat."

Zhilin hesitated for a moment. He felt that it was inappropriate for him to accept the invitation rashly, but looking at Lao Liang's sincere eyes and warm smile, it was difficult to refuse. "Well, sorry to bother you."

Lao Liang smiled and pulled Zhilin into the hot pot restaurant.

As soon as he entered the store, Zhilin was attracted by the scene before him.

The decoration of the store is full of Pokémon elements. The walls are covered with portraits of various Pokémon, and Pokémon-shaped tableware is placed on the tables, such as a colander in the shape of Kirin, an ugly spoon in the shape of Bullfrog, a chopstick holder in the shape of Ironbone Man, etc., which are all quite interesting.

Lao Liang brought Zhilin to a table by the window, motioned him to sit down, and then personally served the soup base to Zhilin.

As the fire started, the red oil and base melted, the pot became steaming hot, and the red soup base swirled, exuding an enticing aroma. A variety of fresh ingredients were placed on the side, making Zhilin's mouth water.

Lao Liang: "This is our Xiliang Gym's specialty hot pot, made with a variety of precious ingredients and secret seasonings. It's not only delicious, but it can also restore Pokémon's physical strength. You must try it."

Zhilin was moved as he looked at the hot pot in front of him. He had never expected Lao Liang to be so hospitable, which made him feel like he was back home.

"Thank you, Master. You are so kind."

Lao Liang smiled and said, "Don't be so polite. From now on, just call me Lao Liang. There aren't so many rules here. When we get together, it's like we're a family."

Zhilin nodded, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of tripe and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, a rich flavor spread in his mouth, instantly conquering his taste buds.

Lao Liang looked at Zhilin's enjoyment and smiled with satisfaction. "How is it? It tastes good, right? This is Kentaro's tripe, very crispy!"

Zhilin gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "It's delicious! This is the most delicious hot pot I've ever had."

Lao Liang: "Haha, then eat more. While you eat, tell me about your experience in the Phoenix Cup. I'm very interested in the last game."

Zhilin put down his chopsticks and began recounting his battles in the Phoenix Cup. He recalled the intense finals, feeling a surge of emotion. "The Phoenix Cup was incredibly intense, and every opponent was formidable. The Z-Move of the Scaled Armored Dragon was incredibly powerful, incredibly strong..."

Lao Liang listened with great interest. The two of them ate hot pot and talked about Pokémon at the same time. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

In this process, Zhilin gained a deeper understanding of Xiliang Daoguan, and deeply admired Lao Liang's ideas and wisdom.

Unknowingly, time flies by.

After eating the hot pot, Zhilin also gained a lot.