The real heiress has a super-rich system; it's your turn to fawn over her.

The scene before them was unexpected. In their minds, Tian Zhenzhen's strength was beyond doubt. Even if Tian Zhenzhen couldn't win, Senior Daqiang would surely step in.

Judging from the respectful way Senior Daqiang treats Tian Zhenzhen, he is clearly someone like a protector of Tian Zhenzhen.

How could I possibly let Tian Zhenzhen get hurt?

Seeing Jiang Mianmian attack Tian Zhenzhen, Hai Zhu was furious. The reason he defected from Lingjue Temple was because he was betrayed by his fellow disciples.

Upon seeing Tian Zhenzhen injured, Hai Zhu unleashed the Vajra Palm, and Jiang Mianmian's triumphant smile was cut short by her annihilation.

The strength of the Pig was far beyond what Jiang Mianmian could contend with. As the Vajra Palm was about to strike her, Jiang Mianmian fled while constantly pleading with the voice in her heart.

"Please, save me! I'm still useful. I can do a lot for you."

"Help me, help me, you promised me."

Jiang Mianmian grew increasingly impatient, and just when she thought she wouldn't get a response and that she had been deceived...

That seductive voice rang out again.

"Remember your promise, from now on your life is mine."

As the sound faded, Jiang Mianmian was also enveloped in a layer of black substance.

When the Pig's Vajra Palm landed, she was no longer in her original spot.

Jiang Mianmian appeared on the altar and saw that her body was intact, having dodged the fatal blow. An overwhelming sense of malice rose in Jiang Mianmian's heart.

Pointing at the pig, he shouted, "Kill him!"

"Very good, as expected of the person I chose, his bloodthirstiness is great."

However, these people cannot be killed indiscriminately. Bring them in to see me.

As the seductive chants subsided, the altar trembled, and stone doors slowly opened from the center outwards to both sides.

After opening the stone door, there are two paths leading underground.

The pig that was about to kill Jiang Mianmian now walked towards the stairwell with an empty gaze, like a puppet on a string.

Clearly, the pig has been controlled and has lost its own consciousness.

Not only him, but also Yan Guhong, Tian Daqiang, and Tian Xiaomei followed along.

Only Tian Zhenzhen enjoyed special treatment, constantly enveloped in black matter.

They entered the underground area before the rest of the group.

The underground space was vast and seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, with nothing else besides buildings.

However, as the group ventured deeper and walked for a while, they came upon a pool of blood.

Jiang Mianmian seemed to sense something; the thing that could make her stronger was in this blood pool.

The blood pool was rather pale in color, much lighter than human blood, and there was no smell of rust around it. Instead, there was a strange fragrance that could arouse one's desires.

"Hahaha, after all these years, the person I've been waiting for has finally arrived."

This time, not only Jiang Mianmian but also Tian Zhenzhen heard this voice.

The voice was filled with joy, like a long-starved diner about to enjoy delicious food, radiating happiness from the bottom of their heart.

Jiang Mianmian thought the voice was referring to her, and immediately said:

"Senior, I have done as you asked. I wonder if the Martial King realm inheritance here will be given to me now?"

Once my strength improves, I will certainly follow in the footsteps of my seniors.

Jiang Mianmian was now consumed by her desires and dared to directly ask for the inheritance.

Upon hearing Jiang Mianmian's words, the blood pool began to churn, giving off a cryptic and intriguing feeling.

"Hahaha, I knew I hadn't chosen the wrong person. You're greedy, and you have very strong desires."

Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. Just wait a little longer; the person I'm waiting for is coming soon.

The creature in the blood pool was not angered by Jiang Mianmian's words. In its eyes, Jiang Mianmian was like an ant, which it could crush with a flick of its wrist.

However, those who are filled with desire have the sweetest blood.

I wonder if it will bring a little fun to his boring life; it's a bit of pity and amusement from the strong towards the weak.

If she could continue to pique his interest, he wouldn't mind letting her live a little longer.

The greater the desire, the more his blood suits his taste.