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Chapter 2097 - 2092: The Seat of Honor · Oct 14, 2026

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2097 Chapter 2095 - 2090: The Losers 2026-10-14
2098 Chapter 2096 - 2091: Unveiling Heroes Over the Lid 2026-10-14
2099 Chapter 2097 - 2092: The Seat of Honor 2026-10-14
2100 Chapter 2098 - 2093: Divergent Understandings 2026-10-14

Chapter 2097: Chapter 2092: The Seat of Honor

With sound reasoning, but you may have overlooked a small problem in the middle, which is that the original owner of the weapon met their demise because I was the one aiding them.

Praising Zhao Ran’s clear plan, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate.

”Great, you lead the way.”

To maintain the other’s enthusiasm, he didn’t say anything discouraging, instead exhibiting his decisive action-oriented style.

”I think some things should be said upfront... No matter who you are, if I have managed to survive here all this time, I should be more troublesome than the original owner of this weapon.”

This straightforwardness actually made Assassin Brother a bit hesitant, and after thinking for a moment, he decided to give a reminder.

”Your strength does seem to be a bit superior.”

His reasoning was flawless, and Fu Qian objectively re-assessed Mr. Feng Sr.

”Very well, let’s go.”

Unfortunately, Zhao Ran seemed preoccupied with heavy thoughts, showing little joy in receiving acknowledgment.

After exiting the secret room, without even needing to retrace their steps, he quickly led Fu Qian to another corner of the hall.

There was an exaggeratedly large stone table, but it was just a mere object, and before Fu Qian could say anything, Zhao Ran pushed it aside with one hand.

Behind it was a passage in the wall, smooth and rounded.

”This is the one I made; it can take us directly over there.”

Before entering, Zhao Ran proactively explained.

In this way, it made sense. Regardless of which position in the chapel it leads to, if such a passage was undiscovered by Mr. Feng Sr. over decades, it would be quite insulting.

Fu Qian nodded slightly and followed him inside.

...

Indeed, it was a fine craftsmanship; the exit position was highly logical.

The passage wasn’t too long, and the style was consistently diverse.

After traversing various walls of different thicknesses, it suddenly opened up again before them.

For Fu Qian, it was easy to confirm that this place was where Mr. Feng Sr. practiced in seclusion back in the day.

Furthermore, the location of the passage’s exit was very deliberate, suspended in mid-air, ingeniously concealed by various structures, making it difficult to spot from below.

Conversely, one doesn’t need to go outside to view a stone throne below, along with the giant symbols surrounding it.

”It’s here, back then I planted it to the left of that position.”

Commenting on the scene, Fu Qian spoke up, providing more detailed information about his previous statements.

”I also found it there.”

Some doubts finally dissipated, but unfortunately, Zhao Ran looked more serious.

After verifying that the placement of the long halberd was correct and that there were no unusual movements, he was the first to jump down.

Unpleasant memories, not worth recalling.

Following him down, Fu Qian landed right between the two ”hands” of the symbol.

Strolling leisurely among it, Fu Qian reminisced about visiting Dean Feng in this scene, unable to help but sigh at the heartlessness of time.

Additionally, a glance would easily confirm that the symbols in the hall were indeed identical to those graffiti shapes over there—yet, this is the problem.

Ultimately just a pile of rubbish, and back when he practiced kite techniques with Dean Feng here, inevitably a part was messed up, not to mention Mr. Feng Sr.’s final self-detonation.

Yet upon meeting again, everything was so neatly arranged?

”Any findings?”

The temporary teammate showed understanding, waiting until Fu Qian circled back to ask.

”It’s a lot tidier; did you clean up here?”

Fu Qian chose to speak the truth.

”No... And when I first discovered this place, it was already this tidy.”

Stunned for a moment, Zhao Ran’s tone was somewhat heavy.

...

”So it has a special vitality like those graffiti and repaired itself?”

Fu Qian easily understood the source of his teammate’s emotions and spoke it aloud.

The messy symbol had somehow rearranged itself, and the weapon right beside it hadn’t been taken away; it’s hard to imagine this change was man-made.

If this symbol had such self-repairing vitality, who knows what one would face sitting on the stone throne.

”But it should be good news for you, right? The likelihood of the seat having a special connection with ’them’ increases.”

Even though this reaction is only human, Fu Qian casually reminded Assassin Brother that he’s currently playing the role of the Spirit of Vengeance.

”Well said.”

Clearly, emotional stability is somewhat an issue, as Zhao Ran’s eyes instantly became excited, thrusting the long halberd back into a pit in the ground.

”Since you don’t like using it, do you?”

Even at this point, he remembered to ask Fu Qian.

”Yes, not interested.”

Fu Qian gave the same response as he did in the past.

”Haha, great. Unless I explicitly indicate a problem later, don’t do anything, alright?”

Zhao Ran laughed heartily, not caring much about his volume anymore.

”And if the problem is so severe that you can’t even speak?”

Nodding in comprehension, Fu Qian pointed out the flaw.

”Then you can leave if we have no power to resist.”

Zhao Ran’s reply was almost akin to a resolve to sacrifice.

”Understood, let’s begin then.”

Seemingly appreciating such an attitude, Fu Qian made a casual gesture.

”No need for you to rush.”

Although he seemed a bit eager to watch the spectacle, Zhao Ran couldn’t wait to perform the show; with a cold huff, he had already sat down.

...

His expression was heavy, almost as if the instant he sat down, he felt like standing back up.

Understanding Zhao Ran’s reaction, Fu Qian knew precisely why.

Once seated, it subjects one to immense spiritual impact, causing extreme discomfort.

Mr. Feng Sr. used this method to help him maintain calm, strictly controlling the intensity.

However, Zhao Ran’s ability to endure here for this long still showed his exceptional qualities.

After an intense mental and physical struggle, he forced himself to continue sitting there.

Several minutes passed, and despite constantly observing this side, he made no gestures of distress.

”They...”

Moreover, as his breathing grew more rapid, he seemed to genuinely gain something from the initial plan, his self-talk becoming increasingly sharp.

At a certain point, Zhao Ran’s gaze finally shifted from the new team member to Fu Qian.

”It’s really there!”

Then, he suddenly leaped from the stone throne, grabbed the long halberd by the side, and tossed it directly at Fu Qian.

Tch—

Fu Qian naturally dodged it easily, and before the long halberd hit the ground, it seemed to collide with something.

Out of nowhere, a burst of blood mist erupted behind him.

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