A dense, cold ghostly aura soon appeared around Princess Iron Fan, and it was still gradually increasing. Ghostly aura was not as vast and warm as pure yang immortal qi; to ordinary people, it was very uncomfortable, all harm and no benefit.
Before long, the entire secret chamber was filled with ice and bone-chilling cold. Pale-black solid ice formed, making one feel as if one were in Nine Nether Hell.
Lu Chuan frowned.
He was already a Taiyi High Immortal, and he also possessed the Daluo Golden Body, proof against a hundred evils. However, divine immortals were pure yang, while Ghost Immortals were pure yin. The two were like water and fire, naturally clashing and unable to adapt to each other.
Only, before Princess Iron Fan spoke, he could not rashly release yang qi to resist it. Otherwise, if he stirred the yin qi inside her into running wild, she would undoubtedly suffer cultivation deviation.
Now he finally understood why Princess Iron Fan had sought someone strong enough to help her, because such a person could resist the ghostly aura she released without circulating their arts.
Otherwise, if a Pure Yang True Immortal were helping Princess Iron Fan, then without using their arts, they definitely would not be able to withstand this ghostly aura.
But once they made a move, there would be only one outcome: the ghostly aura and immortal qi would oppose each other. In the end, at best both sides would suffer; at worst, both would kick the bucket.
Looking at Princess Iron Fan, Lu Chuan's gaze suddenly flickered.
Princess Iron Fan's cultivation process was extremely dangerous. At this moment, as long as he released the slightest wisp of immortal qi, he could cause the cultivation inside her body to run wild, making her fall into cultivation