The conditions Imperial Monarch Zhen Wu proposed were extremely tempting indeed, and if it was any other ordinary cultivator, that cultivator would probably have become overjoyed and agreed.

Imperial Monarch Zhen Wu himself was confident that he’d already displayed his sincerity, and so long as this person knew how to weigh the advantages and disadvantages, then that person would definitely not refuse.

However, in Chen Xi’s opinion, perhaps a favor from Imperial Monarch Zhen Wu could cause other cultivators to be overjoyed, but it wasn’t really attractive to him.

The reason was extremely simple. His Eldest Senior Brother, Wu Xuechan, was a Daolord, and he was even in contact with another Daolord right now, the Master of Arambha Temple.

Under such circumstances, a favor promised by an Imperial Monarch was obviously unable to make Chen Xi feel much pleasant surprise.

However, Chen Xi didn’t refuse. He really needed the Celestial Wingspirit Herb, and he couldn’t let such an opportunity slip him by.

However, it was clearly impossible for him to pay the price of an Ancestral Dao Root above the sixth-grade just like that.

“I appreciate Senior’s good intentions.” Chen Xi pondered deeply before he said, “Let’s not mention the favor for now. I just happen to lack a suitable sword. If Senior can satisfy this request of mine, then I’ll naturally...