System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"You're courting death!" Sword Maniac looked at Gu Yingying flying in from the sky. She was dressed in black, her figure so thin that she looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind, and she had a sickly pale complexion. However, she had an extremely happy smile on her face. That smile seemed so strange to Sword Maniac that he immediately felt that this woman was not mentally sound.

"Fellow Daoist, this is not a path you can take. If you don't want to die, retreat quickly, and my Azure Heaven Sword Sect might spare your lives." The Azure Heaven Sword Sect, where Sword Maniac belonged, was not one of those evil demonic sects. Before taking action, they hypocritically recited some rules.

Clearly, they don't act as directly and ruthlessly as the Gu God Sect, where Gu Yingying belongs.

Upon hearing such provocative words, Gu Yingying's eyes flashed with disdain, and she suddenly stretched her mouth to the back of her ears, looking like a vengeful ghost ready to devour its prey.

Immediately afterwards, she let out a low growl from deep in her throat, and with a "poof," she exhaled a large plume of thick purple smoke.

The smoke billowed out like a surging tide, spreading instantly and turning the air into an eerie purple hue wherever it went.

Upon closer inspection, these poisonous insects were densely interspersed with tens of thousands of insect worms that had been starving for more than a month.

Driven by hunger, these Gu worms are as ubiquitous as dust and sand in a storm, their craving for the flesh and blood of living beings reaching an almost frenzied level.

"Buzzing—" A chilling sound instantly spread outwards, as if countless fine needles were pricking one's nerves at the same time, making one feel uneasy all over.

Gu Yingying formed a hand seal, her slender fingers dancing rapidly in the air like nimble butterflies. She looked at the tall sword cultivator and the two powerful demons brimming with blood and energy with a cold smile, her voice seemingly coming from the deepest hell, and said coldly, "Fellow Daoist, Yingying would like to borrow your flesh and blood for a while, is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, the sword fanatic's expression instantly changed, his previously nonchalant demeanor slightly hardening. He had keenly sensed a deadly danger emanating from the endless purple smoke spreading towards him.

That dangerous aura seemed to be an unseen warning from the divine, and every time this feeling appeared, it foreshadowed calamity.

Even the two powerful demons that came with them sensed this terrifying aura. Their once majestic bodies trembled slightly, and they let out low growls at the purple smoke, clearly terrified.

"Since you're courting death, I, Sword Maniac, will grant your wish!" Suppressing his fear, Sword Maniac snorted coldly and immediately reached into his robes, pulling out a small, exquisite sword box.

The sword box was covered with mysterious runes and emitted a faint golden light, making it clear at a glance that it was an extraordinary earth-rank magic weapon.

The sword fanatic muttered incantations, then swung his sword case, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Thirty-six golden Earth-rank flying swords instantly roared out of the sword box, transforming into thirty-six dazzling golden rays. Each ray of light was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying a piercing shriek and a sharp sword domain, sweeping straight towards the spreading purple mist.

Wherever the sword domain passed, space seemed to be cut with fine cracks, demonstrating its immense power.

Sword Maniac initially thought the spreading purple smoke was the power released by some kind of magical artifact, and instinctively tried to use his flying sword to defend against it, even intending to use this fierce sword move to kill Gu Yingying.

However, little did he know that this was not the power of any magical artifact at all, but merely the scene of countless Gu worms raised inside Gu Yingying swarming towards flesh and blood.

"What?" The sword fanatic saw his thirty-six flying swords pass straight through the purple smoke without encountering any substantial obstacles. He secretly thought something was wrong, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.