At this moment, Ye Feng’s gaze was fixed on the Life and Death Platform. On that platform, there was actually a pavilion floating in the void. From this pavilion emanated a mysterious and powerful aura, one that even made Ye Feng feel apprehensive. Ye Feng looked at Daoist Minghuo and asked, "Senior Brother Minghuo, what is that pavilion?"

Daoist Minghuo smiled slightly, "That is the Life and Death Tower! The first floor questions life and death; once you enter, it’s either life or death!"

"Oh? Either life or death?" Ye Feng’s eyes showed a strong interest as he looked at Daoist Minghuo.

Daoist Minghuo said, "Within the Life and Death Tower, there remains a wisp of the soul avatar of our Daoist school’s ancestors. Every disciple can enter the Life and Death Tower to awaken the ancestor’s avatar and gain its recognition. If you receive the ancestor’s avatar’s recognition, you can obtain two benefits. First, you can select a treasure from our Daoist school’s treasury.

No matter what level the treasure is, the Daoist school will provide it unconditionally! Secondly, you can have the ancestor’s avatar fulfill one of your requests, anything except becoming the headmaster of the Daoist school; even if you want to become an elder, it’s possible!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng became interested, "What if you fail to gain the ancestor’s recognition? What would be the outcome?"

Daoist Minghuo said, "If you fail to gain recognition, what would be the consequence?"

Daoist Minghuo smiled slightly, "It’s very simple. If you fail to gain recognition, there’s only one outcome, and that is death! In the Life and Death Tower, it’s either life or death; while there’s a chance of survival in a battle on the Life and Death Platform, in the Life and Death Tower, it’s certain death!"

Ye Feng curiously asked, "Has anyone successfully survived in the Life and Death Tower?"

Daoist Minghuo nodded, "Yes! Ten thousand years ago, the top genius of our Daoist school, Dao Lingfeng, succeeded. He was the only genius disciple in ten thousand years with the hope of becoming a Dao Venerate, but he disappeared and no one knows where he went."

Ye Feng asked, "Has even a Daoist Lord never succeeded?" Daoist Minghuo nodded, "No, in our Daoist school, there are currently three Daoist Lord-level experts, including you. They are the top genius, core disciple Dao Feng, and our headmaster. There used to be two more, but both died in the Life and Death Tower!"

Our Daoist school has been founded for over fifty thousand years, and over a hundred Daoist Lord-level experts have perished in the Life and Death Tower. Ye Feng, I hope you won’t attempt it. If you avoid the Life and Death Tower, you will certainly become a top expert in our Daoist school and might even have the chance to become the headmaster!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly and nodded without saying much. In a short time, Daoist Minghuo took Ye Feng to the Punishment Hall. Upon entering, Ye Feng saw an old man of Entering Dao level.

When Daoist Minghuo saw the old man, he respectfully said, "Guardian Liu, this is the outer sect disciple to be punished this time, Ye Feng..." Hearing Daoist Minghuo’s words, Guardian Liu opened one of his closed eyes and nodded lightly.

Guardian Liu, is a formidable figure of great perfection in the Entering Dao stage. Given Ye Feng’s current strength, he is no match for him.

Guardian Liu said to Daoist Minghuo, "You may leave now, this little guy will stay with me..."

"Yes!" As soon as the words fell, Daoist Minghuo left, saying to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, I will come to see you again in ten days!"

Ye Feng nodded, and then Guardian Liu called out faintly, "Wang Cong, come here!"

In a short time, a tall and thin young man hurried in, "Guardian Liu."

This disciple named Wang Cong was a martial artist of Great Perfection in the True God level, at the Infinite True God level. Guardian Liu said, "This is the newcomer, Ye Feng. You will be responsible for the ten-day woodcutting task, understood?"

"Yes, protector!" Wang Cong said, then looked at Ye Feng with an expression full of indifference, "Follow me!"

Wang Cong’s attitude towards Ye Feng was not friendly at all, very cold, and Ye Feng even sensed hostility from his eyes. However, Ye Feng did not mind and followed Wang Cong.

Soon, Wang Cong brought Ye Feng to the back mountain of the Daoist school, where there was a thatched hut.

In the thatched hut, there were more than a dozen disciples, all of whom were outer sect disciples of the True God realm.

When everyone saw Ye Feng, their eyes were filled with intense interest, "Is this the newly joined genius Daoist Lord?"

Immediately, someone came up to Ye Feng, excitedly saying, "Junior Brother Ye Feng, hello, my name is Zhang Meng, Great Perfection of True God level, ranked forty-seventh in the outer sect, very pleased to meet you!"

Ye Feng nodded faintly, politely extending his hand to shake Zhang Meng’s, showing friendliness.

After all, Ye Feng was a genius at the Daoist Lord level, and his future achievements would certainly exceed theirs, so everyone hoped to be on good terms with Ye Feng, and they gathered around Ye Feng to greet him.

"Junior Brother Ye Feng, hello, my name is Li Yuan... Junior Brother Ye Feng, hello, my name is..."

"What are you doing!" At this moment, Wang Cong shouted angrily, directly interrupting everyone, "You bunch of trash, do you think I don’t know what you are doing? Don’t forget why you’re here, you’ve been punished and sent here to be disciplined. This is the Punishment Hall, not a place for you to make friends, so behave yourselves!"

At this point, a disciple at the initial stage of the True God level muttered, "Aren’t you also here being punished?"

"Damn!" Wang Cong shouted angrily and raised his hand, slapping the True God-level beginner disciple in the face.

Instantly, that True God-level beginner disciple was sent flying by the slap, "I am the strongest here, ranked thirtieth among outer sect disciples. Guardian Liu appointed me to oversee you all, so I have to take responsibility. Now, all of you go chop wood; each of you must gather thirty kilograms of firewood today. Anyone who fails, hurry up!"

Hearing Wang Cong’s angry shout, everyone was helpless. There was no other choice; since they were not as strong as Wang Cong, they naturally had to listen to him and went to the back mountain to start chopping wood. Zhang Meng called out to Ye Feng, "Let’s go, Junior Brother Ye Feng, we’re going to chop wood..."

In no time, everyone arrived on the mountain. Zhang Meng looked at Ye Feng and said, "Junior Brother Ye Feng, be wary of Wang Cong. We’ve heard about what happened with you. Daoist Qingzhu died at your hands, and both Daoist Qingzhu and Wang Cong were disciples under our Daoist school’s Guardian Ma. It seems Wang Cong is here to deliberately make trouble for you."

Ye Feng smiled slightly, "Got it, thanks for the warning..."