My power increases 100 Jin a Day

A female subordinate nearby had a changing expression, unable to resist advising.

"I know."

The woman with cold, alluring features responded indifferently, continuing to urge the Dragon Horse forward, saying, "But I won’t be satisfied until we find that murderer."

"What if..."

The female subordinate continued.

"There’s no ’what if’. I know what to do."

Wang Rui responded coldly.

"Yes, Elder."

The female subordinate quickly nodded.

On the street.

Jiang Shi furrowed his brows, clearly hearing the discussions of several people, his gaze gently falling on Elder Wang Rui, his heart pondering.

"It seems the situation in the city is far more chaotic than we imagined."

He murmured to himself.

"What does the Saint Son plan to do? Do you want to monitor that Elder Wang Rui we just saw?"

Elder Bai inquired.

"Yes, I’ll personally follow her. You all find a place to settle down first."

Jiang Shi replied.

"Alright."

Elder Bai nodded.

The two groups separated at this point.

Before leaving, Jiang Shi dismounted, handing his Dragon Horse directly to Elder Bai, with a thoughtful expression, his figure flashed, and he disappeared.

...

Time passed.

A whole day’s work quietly passed like this.

Elder Wang Rui, with her subordinates, patrolled around the city, turning for an afternoon, and only returned to the courtyard when the sun set.

During this whole day, Jiang Shi also made a rough round of the entire city.

After understanding the general situation of the city, he couldn’t help but gently furrow his brow.

"Penglai City has indeed encountered some issues."

Just from this round, he came across four or five Undersea People.

Without exception, they all disguised themselves as normal people.

Moreover, their disguised identities were extraordinary, all occupying important positions.

If not for his own [Insight] talent and astonishing Soul Power, it would be extremely difficult to discover their true identity.

"No wonder the [Demon Path Alliance] made such unstoppable progress, running into obstacles only here, these Undersea People are indeed quite skilled."

Jiang Shi mused internally.

At least for now, aside from himself, no one else could differentiate their disguises.

As such, it would be all too easy for them to launch a sneak attack.

...

Deep into the night.

The surroundings were silent.

Amidst the intense darkness.

Jiang Shi’s figure perfectly blended within, his entire person nearly indistinguishable from the darkness, utilizing his [Disguise] talent to its utmost.

At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the Elder Wang he had seen during the day.

Inside the room.

Elder Wang Rui had still not retired to bed, instead dealing with matters from the day. As she responded to one letter after another, anger gradually surfaced on her face.

"Useless, all of you are useless, can’t even handle such a trivial matter, and need to ask me for this?"

She tossed each letter aside impatiently.

Beside her, a tall man in a white robe revealed a soft expression, saying, "Elder, it’s late, you should rest."

"I know."

Elder Wang Rui responded coldly, continuing to read the letters in her hand.

"I just had some nourishing soup prepared; it’s almost cold now."

The man in the white robe said.

Elder Wang Rui took a deep breath, calming her anger, finally glancing up at the man, saying, "You’ve been considerate."

"It’s what I should do."

The man replied respectfully.

"Hmm."

Elder Wang Rui walked over, picked up the pot, removed the lid, and gently scooped a spoonful of soup into her mouth.

"Elder, how does it taste?"

The man smiled.

"It’s alright."

Elder Wang Rui responded instinctively but quickly realized something was wrong, her gaze wandered, and the images before her began overlapping as if affected by something.

She shook her head vigorously, eyes wide open, only to see the man’s smile growing wider, an unprecedented unfamiliarity appearing.

"Who are you? You’re not Wang An! What did you put in this?"

Elder Wang Rui’s heart was gripped by shock, shouting urgently.

But her body staggered uncontrollably, swaying left and right.

"I’m Wang An, Elder, don’t you recognize me?"

The man grinned bizarrely.

"No, you are definitely not Wang An."

Elder Wang Rui cried out in alarm.

"Hehehe..."

Suddenly, an old, hoarse, and eerie laughter echoed in the room, as dense darkness on one side twisted violently, exuding mysterious and obscure power, gradually coalescing into a human shape, turning into a pale-faced, emaciated old man.

His age was considerable, sporting a goatee, long narrow eyes with pale yellow pupils, appearing exceedingly peculiar.

"Disciple, well done."

The elderly man with the goatee chuckled, scrutinizing Elder Wang Rui, saying, "Tsk tsk, truly pity-inducing. Knowing full well we like to target women, yet you wander around. Do you think the traps you set can thwart us? Little did you know, we’ve long infiltrated your ranks, hehe..."

"Who...are you people?"

Elder Wang Rui’s mind grew dizzier, speaking in horror.

"Who are we? You’ve crossed paths with the East Sea Six Races, haven’t you always been intrigued by the Seventh Race? I belong to the Cui Family of the East Sea Seventh Race."

The old man with the goatee chuckled.

"You..."

Elder Wang Rui was panic-stricken, hurriedly struggling to rush outside.

But as soon as she charged out, Wang An on one side let out a sinister laugh, his figure flickered, and he instantly blocked her, sealing her acupoints with lightning speed.

"Master, it’s done."

Wang An chuckled.

"Hmm, you’ve worked hard."

The old man with the goatee expressed immense satisfaction, taking Elder Wang Rui’s body from Wang An, saying, "Don’t let anyone disturb me!"

"Yes, Master!"

Wang An responded with a smile.

The old man with the goatee embraced Wang Rui and immediately rushed into the room, closing the door, placing her on the bed, his eyes glowing with fervor, then quickly began undoing her clothing under her terrified gaze.

But at that moment.

A calm and indifferent voice suddenly echoed from behind without any warning.

"Are all Seven Eastern Sea Races like you? I wonder how many more of you are hiding here?"

The old man’s face turned drastically pale, utterly incredulous, almost jumping out of his skin, swiftly turning around, saying, "Who?"

Only to see a massively tall figure sitting leisurely on the chair behind him, draped in black robes, face pale, holding the very pot of soup, gently taking in its aroma with a look of delight, saying, "This soup is quite well made!"

The old man with the goatee was taken aback, then showed a ferocious expression, charging forward without thinking, both hands reaching fiercely for Jiang Shi before him.

Playing tricks!

Die!!