A Fortuitous Opportunity Bestowed! Returning to the Sword Graveyard!

Chen Changqing watched with an indifferent expression, his gaze gentle yet earnest, and said:

"I previously took first place in the Seven Peaks Grand Competition."

"I obtained the qualification to enter the Ancestral Land's Blood Pool for a baptism."

Ran Hua's eyes lit up at this, and he said excitedly:

"Boss!"

"The Ancestral Land Blood Pool Baptism?"

"That is an immense fortuitous opportunity!"

"I heard that soaking in the Blood Pool can cleanse one's marrow and tendons, greatly increasing one's cultivation."

"So many Mount Shu disciples yearn for the qualification for a Blood Pool Baptism but cannot obtain it."

At this point, Ran Hua paused briefly, then looked back at Chen Changqing and curiously asked:

"Boss, when do you plan to go?"

"I believe that with your talent and aptitude, Boss, you will definitely gain enormously after entering the Blood Pool for baptism!"

What slightly surprised Ran Hua was that—

After hearing him, Chen Changqing actually shook his head and said, "I'm not going."

"What?"

"Not going?"

Ran Hua was utterly stunned, caught completely off guard by Chen Changqing's sudden words.

One had to know that countless disciples within the Shu Mountain Sacred Land dreamed of entering the Ancestral Land's Blood Pool for baptism. It was an opportunity that came once in a thousand years.

Yet Chen Changqing actually said he was not going.

After standing dazed for a moment, Ran Hua hurriedly asked Chen Changqing:

"Why?"

Chen Changqing remained calm. After glancing at Ran Hua, he said word by word:

"Because... I want you to go!"

The instant Chen Changqing spoke those words, Ran Hua froze where he stood, the shock in his eyes reaching an indescribable degree.

No matter how he guessed, he had never expected—

That Chen Changqing would actually give him the qualification to enter the