At this moment, since their captor had not yet directly acted to end the lives of Chu Feng and Zi Ling, but instead continued to question Chu Feng, it meant that the opponent perhaps did not intend to kill them just yet. At least for now.
If he truly did not wish to kill them, then Chu Feng and Zi Ling still had a sliver of a chance to survive. And this was the perfect opportunity for Chu Feng to win Zi Ling's heart.
Before, no matter how much Chu Feng claimed to like Zi Ling, she wouldn't have believed him. Instead, she would have felt disgusted, thinking he was just spouting sweet words.
But in this life-or-death crisis, Zi Ling's heart was extremely vulnerable. If Chu Feng stood up for her now and confessed his feelings, it would be the easiest way to move her.
With life and death uncertain, Chu Feng decided to gamble. He was betting that this golden-robed Spirit World Master would still give them a chance—a chance to live.
"Senior, I beg you to let her go. Don't torment her. If there's anything, direct it at me. I'll endure her punishment in her place," Chu Feng said, thumping his chest with an air of taking on Zi Ling's sins for her.
"Haha, interesting. This girl of yours is quite charming. She can make such an outstanding young man act like this for her," the golden-robed Spirit World Master glanced at Zi Ling before turning back to Chu Feng. "Her punishment cannot be borne by you."
"However, since you insist on saving her, I will give you a chance."
"Swish."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, pointing a finger lightly at Chu Feng. Instantly, a bone-piercing chill filled the hall where Chu Feng stood. The cold was incredibly fierce, turning the entire hall into an ice cellar in moments. Ice formed all around Chu Feng.
Even though Chu Feng tried to resist with his Yuan Force, the chill still invaded his body. Frost began to layer on his skin, rapidly increasing in thickness.
"Swish, swish, swish!" Following this, the golden-robed Spirit World Master waved his fingers through the air again. Soon, a scroll unfurled before Chu Feng—two meters tall and ten meters long.
"Memorize the contents of this scroll," the Spirit World Master ordered.
In truth, before the Master even spoke, Chu Feng had already fixed his gaze on the scroll, focusing intently to commit its contents to memory.
"Swish!" But just as the Master finished speaking, his sleeve swept through the air again, and the scroll tore into pieces, scattering across the vast hall.
"Restore this scroll to its original state within half an hour, and she will be saved."
"If you cannot restore it within half an hour, then she will be torn apart by these barrier chains. Your beloved won't even leave behind a whole corpse," the Spirit World Master said.
"Whoosh!" Hearing this, Chu Feng didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, waving his hand to release his Yuan Force, attempting to gather the scattered fragments of the scroll floating throughout the hall.
However, to his dismay, his power couldn't move the pieces at all. What shocked him even more was that he couldn't unleash any martial arts within this hall, and his feet felt incredibly heavy. Each step required tremendous effort.
At the same time, the bone-piercing chill continued to erode his body. Chu Feng felt himself growing more numb and rigid by the second, gradually losing control over his own limbs.