Almost reached the end of the cultivation path even before the Dungeon System arrived, a Land Immortal!?

Constantly suppressing his cultivation to avoid ascension?

Whoa!

Such a divine figure must be hundreds or even thousands of years old, right?

In terms of age and cultivation, calling him "Master Lan" seems totally appropriate.

With an Ascendant Divine Tier Powerhouse explaining this, the puzzled looks in everyone’s eyes instantly turned to reverence and admiration, itching to pay homage to the unparalleled style of the Guardian of the Divine Land.

Before they could act, the Ascendant Divine Tier Powerhouse added, "Stop daydreaming, Master Lan is eccentric in temperament, not just anyone can catch his attention, notice I’m just standing here? Didn’t see Master Lan even acknowledge the ’Confucian Scholar’? Are you all looking to get beaten?"

Upon hearing this, those eager to move settled down immediately.

This Master Lan, who shows no regard even to an Ascendant Divine Tier Powerhouse, indeed has a quite peculiar temperament.

His strength must also be top-notch.

This can’t simply be attributed to seniority or accomplishments.

Master Lan seemed to finally have scanned enough, with his tightly knitted brows relaxing, the radiance in his eyes fading away.

Taking a glance at the respectful Confucian Scholar beside him, Master Lan said indifferently, "Xiaowuzi was sniped by that rat group, not only did they exert enormous effort to erase cause and effect and celestial secrets, they also sacrificed an Ascension God Powerhouses directly to open the Death Arena."

"Xiaowu... are you referring to ’Brother Wu’?" The Confucian Scholar exclaimed in shock, his expression turning anxiously, "In the lower realm, the Death Arena is an unsolvable trap, is ’Brother Wu’s’ value so high in their eyes?"

"Nonsense."

Master Lan rolled his eyes, his shimmering golden eyes revealing undisguised disdain.

"Exchanging Xiaowuzi with a bunch of those old geezers who’ll achieve nothing more in this lifetime feels painful superficially, but it’s actually a massive gain, I’d do the same if I were the Military Lord."

"Master Lan, what should we do now..."

"Just wait quietly."

Seemingly out of nowhere, Master Lan produced a finely crafted soft bed and placed it on the ground, sitting down immediately.

He took off his shining small leather shoes, removed his coat, undid his bow tie, turned over and lay down, covered himself with a small blanket, and closed his eyes.

The entire process was accomplished in one smooth motion.

"Let them come call me; I’m going to take a nap first."

"... This is the notorious Death Arena, Master Lan! It has killed several of our geniuses in the Death Arena! Are you just going to sleep?"

Though familiar with his temperament, the Confucian Scholar still felt helpless.

Originally anxious and burning with urgency, now rendered speechless by Master Lan’s move to sleep at such a critical juncture.

This master is generally great, and a few quirks are easily entertained.

Just...

Always so languid, seemingly uninterested in anything, and quite fond of sleeping.

Moreover, this master equally disdains everyone present, equally considering them all as useless.

Of course, he indeed has this qualification.

Who can beat him... since no one can defeat him, naturally he does whatever he pleases.

Called out as useless, one can only accept it quietly.

Except when dealing with pressing matters and suddenly showing indifference, it’s truly infuriating.

Perhaps annoyed by the Confucian Scholar’s words, Master Lan opened his eyes a tiny slit, glancing at him.

Then he directly turned over, his back facing the Confucian Scholar.

Accompanied by a sleepy tone, his lazy voice carried over, making the listener somewhat drowsy:

"The Death Arena is not absolutely unsolvable."

"Not unsolvable?"

"Yes, but the method isn’t applicable to everyone; if a useless person attempts it, it would merely delay time briefly."

"Delay time?"

How to delay it?

Could it possibly involve stubbornly relying on life-saving items?

The Confucian Scholar furrowed his brows, pondering deeply, yet unable to grasp it.

Master Lan’s impatient voice came forth: "Why are you so slow? No matter how strong the Death Arena is, it’s still under the control of the Dungeon System, isn’t it? Entering a dungeon has top priority; this useless thing can’t stop it. Luckily Xiaowuzi isn’t as foolish as you, else I’d be infuriated."

"Entering the dungeon directly!?"

The Confucian Scholar was taken aback, almost doubting his ears.

"As far as I know, ’Brother Wu’ seems to have just returned from the last dungeon, right? Isn’t entering another dungeon immediately without assimilating the power an act of recklessness?"

"That’s you useless bunch; he doesn’t particularly need that process. Even if he doesn’t cultivate upon returning, his current skill level is enough to crush some at the Peak of S Rank." Master Lan said indifferently, "Xiaowuzi’s cultivation almost entirely comes from fighting, rarely undergoing dull and grueling times, don’t use your perspective to evaluate him."

Confucian Scholar: "..."

That’s brutal, buddy.

A friend of mine who spends all day in retreat might feel offended.

I don’t quite understand you geniuses!

"Alright, Master Lan, even if ’Brother Wu’ is exceptionally talented and can pass this dungeon trial fine. But simply clearing the dungeon, what good is it? Either he or the snipers must die, otherwise the Death Arena won’t close!" The Confucian Scholar cautiously asked.

Master Lan’s tone was more impatient: "I say, are you stuffed with dog hair in your ears or did your brain get chewed by a dog today? Already mentioned Xiaowuzi gains power through combat; clearing the dungeon boosts his combat power, got it?"

"As long as he can wipe out those few despicable rats afterwards, wouldn’t that settle it? Really a thick-headed thinker, finally infuriating me to no end!"

"Alright, I’m sleeping now, don’t bother me unless necessary."

After saying this, Master Lan unexpectedly pulled out a small eye mask from the blanket and put it on, and a set of noise-canceling earplugs appeared in his ears.

A few seconds later, a slight, smooth snoring sound was heard.

Master Lan indeed fell asleep right there and then!

He seemed to be in a deep, comfortable sleep.

He truly trusted Lu Wenwu.

Though it seemed no one heard, he mumbled something softly at the end.

Confucian Scholar: "..."

Looking at Master Lan who had already fallen into slumber, the Confucian Scholar felt a bit distressed.

This familiar feeling, it was reminiscent of youthful times.

At eighteen, being questioned in class, standing like a servant.

Also, Master Lan, do you even hear yourself?

A player at most A+ level, even if directly breaking through the Advanced Trial, would merely reach S-Class.

Facing an Ascendant Divine Tier’s close-range hunt, could he survive?

Could he counterattack?

Though these words come from Master Lan, even the Confucian Scholar wasn’t entirely convinced.

Even though the most powerful combat core of Ascendant Divine Tier Powerhouses might be sealed due to the Imperial Capital Safety Zone’s Grand Array, even though their All Attributes might be suppressed, it’s absolutely impossible for S-Class powerhouses to even come near.

Only Ascension God Powerhouses can confront Ascension God Powerhouses; this is wisdom verified by countless Transcendents with their lives.

Even a Quasi-Ascension with tribulation-crossing qualification struggles against a true Ascendant Divinity Tier Powerhouse.

Being at this level as a player, the Confucian Scholar is well aware of the realities of this realm.

Just the remarkable attribute gains after mastering the Nine-Layer Technique transcend what S-Class can reach.

An S- Level against Ascendant Divinity...

The Confucian Scholar sighed heavily, gazing at the sealed space, feeling a headache.

He stretched his hand, vigorously rubbing his temple, using Spiritual Power to operate his personal terminal, conveying the occurrences here back to headquarters.

Hopefully ’Brother Wu’ truly is the genius Master Lan describes...

If this succeeds, even defeating just one Ascension Powerhouse oppressed by the Safe Zone’s Grand Array, would still earn a name etched in history.

While the Confucian Scholar pondered, suddenly he felt his personal terminal buzzing.

Headquarters responded to his report already.

The Confucian Scholar, amidst his sighs, opened the reply, casually glancing at the response, prepared to follow the protocol to disperse the crowd, setting up an alert area.

However, as his eyes scanned the screen lettering, his expression froze, filled with astonishment.