Just as Lu Feng struggled with all his might to fend off the Golden Luan Sword Lotus's assault,
Chu Youwei's voice suddenly came through again.
"Azure Mountain Sect Master, lure it over to me."
Hearing this, Lu Feng froze. He mistakenly thought Chu Youwei was again considering sacrificing herself, intending to use her own spiritual energy to draw in the Golden Luan Sword Lotus. He immediately snapped, "This isn't something you can meddle in. Get out of here, quickly."
At his words, a trace of displeasure at being looked down upon flashed across Chu Youwei's face. Pouting, she said petulantly, "I have a way to deal with it!"
As Lu Feng dodged, his gaze sharpened. Seeing the serious expression on Chu Youwei's face in the distance and the gentle aura swirling around her palms, he could not help asking doubtfully, "You really have a way?"
Because of that momentary lapse in thought, several more tiny wounds appeared across his body.
Although Lu Feng still wore a fitted long robe, the tears and cuts scattered all over it had already shredded it into a wretched state. He looked exactly like a beggar on the street, lacking only some mud smeared across his face.
Chu Youwei said urgently, "The Heavy Gold Luan senses auras carrying aggression and hostility. I learned a secret art at Spirit Chef Mountain Villa that can assimilate the aura you emit and make it perceive you as gentle and harmless."
As she spoke, the Cotton Cloud Technique was already circulating in secret. Her hands moved with utmost gentleness, stirring the spiritual energy around her.
Seeing this, Lu Feng thought it somewhat resembled the Cloud Hand she had used to catch Ink Breath Fish. Recalling the soft force Chu Youwei had displayed then, it had indeed been peaceful and