Xí Zhèngyì, Xí Zhèngjūn both stood up.

  Xizhengyi said to Daosuo: "Daosuo, come sit down. Grandfather hasn't seen you for a long time."

  Xí Zhèngyì's face was filled with a warm and gentle smile, like a spring breeze.

  Ximen, Su Dao Xing's second uncle and third uncle saw the smile on Ximen Zhengyi's face, both of them were taken aback. From young to old, they rarely saw their father smile, a serious and stern father who never joked around, what was wrong with him? Had he taken the wrong medicine?

  Xizheng Jun, also known as the cold-faced master, was smiling from ear to ear at Su Dao Xing.

  What's wrong with this world?

  The father who never smiles is now beaming with joy, even the normally stoic Master Er Ye has a huge smile on his face. What's going on here?

  Ximen suddenly realized that her father and second uncle were not quite right, she looked at Su Daowei, her heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that Daowei did something earlier, making Father and Second Uncle have to put on a smiling face? This unfilial son is really daring, actually intimidating his grandfathers."

  Su Dao Xing smiled faintly and sat down opposite Shi Zheng Yi.

  Xizheng Yi said: "Dao Xing, you don't know that the Xie family is getting harder and harder. Since General Hua of the Hua family became the deputy commander-in-chief of the Northern Army, Xicheng is under the control of the Hua family. Even if the city guardian is a deputy commander-in-chief, it can be imagined how difficult the situation of the Xie family is."

  Su Dao Xing was slightly stunned, and Xi Zheng Yi's words were filled with bitter complaints. It seemed that Xi Zheng Yi had a request for him, and his eyebrows furrowed together.

  "In the generation of your grandfather, there was only one cultivator, which is your grandfather. Your second uncle is a sect master, but he's still one step away from being a cultivator, and that one step is very difficult to take. Not to mention your three uncles, your eldest uncle has reached the realm of a sect master, while your second and third uncles are not making any effort, currently they're only at the 16th and 17th level of Wu Wang." Xizhengyi said, casting a stern glance at Su Daowu's second and third uncles.

  The two martial kings would have liked to find a crack in the ground to drill into.

  Xue Meng's eyes also dodged a bit, her cultivation was still inferior to that of her second and third brothers, naturally she felt ashamed.

  "Xī Mèng gave birth to a good son, and he's already become the master of the Hundred Pulse Sect at such a young age." Xī Zhèngyì nodded towards Xī Mèng, "Especially since Dào Xǐng has an extraordinary talent for painting, and can even create paintings that absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and spit out the spiritual energy used by the Martial King."

  Upon hearing the string, he knew the meaning. Su Dao immediately stood up and said: "Grandfather's wrong praise woke me up. In fact, the paintings drawn by Dao Xing are extremely costly in spiritual power, and only one painting can be produced in a week. The paintings sold in the gallery were all my accumulated works over the years."

  Get lost!

  Still accumulating artwork!

  Are those paintings new works?

  The painter of the Xi family is not blind, can he tell whether it's a new work or an old one?

  "Alright, to help the descendants of the Xi family improve their cultivation more quickly, Dao Xing will assist the Xi family with a thousand paintings." Xi Zhengyi turned to the main topic and stroked his beard as he spoke.

  "A thousand pieces, why don't you go grab them?" Su Dao Xing's mind was filled with doubts and he hesitated for a moment before saying: "Without ten years of time, Dao Xing cannot produce a thousand paintings. Moreover, Dao Xing is currently in the critical period of promotion from Zong Shi to Xiū Zhě, and cannot delay his cultivation because of painting. Alright, I will sponsor twenty pieces for the Xi family."

  "Five hundred pieces, can't be any less." Xi Zhengyi's face sank, and he said in a cold voice.

  "Thirty pieces, can't be more, if there are more, I won't be able to draw them. Inspiration isn't something that you can have just because you want it."

  "No way, at least two hundred pieces, it really can't be lower. The Xi family has tens of thousands of disciples, and there are only two hundred paintings, Grandfather doesn't even know how to divide them?"

  "Fifty pieces!"

  “......”

  ‘“......”

  After some haggling, Su Daoxing provided sixty paintings to the Xi family as a way of repaying them for their care and support of Xi Meng, Su Daowen, and Su Dahua over the years.

  Ximen Meng immediately went into the inner compartment and took out seventy paintings, giving them to Ximen Zhengyi.

  Xizhengyi's gaze towards Ximeng became even softer, thinking to himself that he hadn't spoiled this daughter in vain, and indeed she was still filial to her old father.

  If Xizhengyi knew that there were thousands of paintings by the great masters in Ximeng's compartment, I wonder what he would think.

  "Grandson, there's one more small thing I need to trouble you with." Xi Zhengyi smiled so hard his face was a bit flushed, and he couldn't help but smile at Su Daowei.

  "Grandfather, please speak." Su Dao Xing vaguely felt it wouldn't be a good thing.

  Xizhengyi smiled and said, "The day after tomorrow is the competition between the Huajia and Xijia for the mining rights of the five mines. The mining rights are very important to the Xijia family, and this time they must win at least two mines' mining rights, otherwise next year's situation will be even more difficult for the Xijia family. I hope you can represent the Xijia family in the battle for mining rights the day after tomorrow."

  "Righteousness does not allow for refusal!" Su Dao Xing responded resolutely, he had the will of a gentleman, how could he be afraid to compete with others.

  Xizheng Yi and Xizheng Jun took two Wu Wang away from the painting hall and headed towards the Xi family.

  For these three days, Su Dao Xing had been painting on the second floor of the Painting Gallery.

  Early in the morning, Xi Zhengyi, Xi Zhengjun, and Xi Jiaxiu went to the Li Gong shrine in the garden to pay their respects. Suddenly, Shi Nu, Su Da's elder brother-in-law, arrived at the painting studio.

  Four people saw a long queue outside the painting gallery, all for buying a painting of Master Xing Wu. Their expressions were complex.

  "Father, look at how many people are looking for Su Dao's paintings. Why don't we sell the paintings that we gave to the Xi family at a high price?" said Shi Nu, Su Dao's eldest brother-in-law, in a low voice to Shi Zhengyi.

  "You're a spendthrift!" Xi Zhengyi pointed at Xi Nu's nose and scolded, "Following your Third Uncle, you've also become infatuated with money. From now on, follow your Second Uncle to learn how to manage people, don't follow your Third Uncle to learn how to do business."

  Sunu helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

  "The three sons of the Xi family, one worse than the other. The eldest son forcibly cultivated to the Zongshi realm, but his foundation is unstable, and he's not much stronger than the 18th-ranked Wu Wang. The second and third sons are only at the 16th and 17th ranks, respectively, and none of them can support the Xi family. Unfortunately, there's only one daughter in the Xi family, Xi Meng, who has already been married off. Otherwise, if I were to marry into the Xi family, I estimate that after the current master passes away, I would be able to control the Xi family." The cultivator of the Xi family's True Realm, Li Gong, spoke in a low voice.

  "It's a dream!" A thought directly transmitted to Li Gong's mind, he was frightened and his whole body trembled. He looked up and saw a young man slowly walking out of the painting pavilion.

  "Are you a sacrifice of the Xi family?" Su Dao Xing's icy gaze swept Li Gong once.

  Li offered a hypocritical smile and said: "The first chief of the Li family is Li Guangliang."

  "Li Gongfeng is indeed young and promising. He became a cultivator before the age of forty, and is a role model for our generation to learn from." Shi Nu said on the side.

  "Who are you?" Su Dao Xing looked at Shi Nu who had interrupted him.

  "You little stinker, I'm your uncle Shi Nu. When you were five years old, I still saw you and brought you lots of delicious food. You've forgotten about me so quickly?" Shi Nu stretched out his hand and slapped Su Dao Xing's head with a loud crack, the force of which caused his own hand to bleed and swell, and he let out a bitter laugh.

  "Met the eldest uncle." Su Dao Xing had some impression of Xi Nu, and as soon as they met, he knew that this eldest uncle was a dissolute young master from a noble family who could take drugs to the point of becoming a grandmaster, it's really hard for this eldest uncle.

  (End of chapter)