Suppress!
A cold light flared in Li Qingyun's starry eyes.
A giant hand condensed from golden-purple mighty force slammed down, unceremoniously grabbing Guǐtai Tuoluo.
It was not to crush it, but to churn with the Path of Rebirth Intent, forcefully expelling Tuoluo's demonic state.
This vessel, your bait cage ground, this poor Taoist still has use for it...
Guǐtai Tuoluo flew into a rage, immediately and frantically waving its arms to tear him to pieces.
Its pale, bulging, and horrifying demonic eyes stared fixedly at Li Qingyun's cold, handsome, and detestable face, a bubble-like female voice bubbling up from its throat:
"Scoundrel, how dare you borrow My bait cage ground for your cultivation!"
"A mere mayfly, truly deserving of death..."
Amidst the curses, Guǐtai Tuoluo desperately attacked Li Qingyun before it, yet could not even break through the golden-purple aura surrounding his body.
Futilely, she and it finally slowly calmed down.
The situation was stronger than the person.
This poor Taoist stood right here, neither startled nor angered.
He looked straight into those hanging, pale eyeballs, and calmly said, "Saint, are you also so petty? This bait cage ground—this poor Taoist will borrow it seven more times, and shall certainly return it to you..."
Guǐtai Tuoluo's throat rumbled with a female voice, resembling the bewitchment of Guǐ Mother: "Shangqing Heaven, you are merely an avatar of that Yuan Li Qingyun. Struggling so hard and working so hard, what use is it? In the end, won't you still be transformed into his Dao nourishment!"
"If you can listen to My persuasion, I can even let go of past grievances and bestow a drop of Saint blood to help you strip away from him, henceforth attaining great carefree freedom and great ease..."
Li Qingyun's mind stirred, and he feigned pleasant surprise, saying,