In the end, I would have to leave Yunmo Continent, and Bai Cheng was a surviving disciple of Fallen Wood Valley. On top of that, Heaven had blessed her with six spiritual roots. She was practically tailor-made to become Fallen Wood Valley's successor, and for the same reason, this had become my standard for accepting disciples.
Of course, even if she would definitely have to follow me to prove the Dao in the future, that would still require a certain amount of time to settle.
Another month passed. Bai Cheng had already poisoned the meridians, and this time, even without me there, Little Tun allowed her and Little Dog to pet her. They had even become good friends, which finally put my mind at ease enough to travel with Hu Xia to the Palace of Raging Spirits.
Over the course of that month, Fallen Wood Valley had also changed tremendously. Not only had the entire valley been restored to its former scale, but the number of disciples on the main peak had also grown from just over a hundred to more than three hundred. The disciples of the four peaks added up to a total of thirteen or fourteen hundred, which was already quite a considerable size.
The reason so many disciples had gathered there was that, besides the Rogue Cultivators who had come to rebuild Fallen Wood Valley, many immortals had also come because of its reputation. After all, with Fallen Wood Valley having vanished without a trace for so many years, many cultivators with wood spiritual roots had ultimately become Rogue Cultivators. The unorthodox sects lacked sects that specialized in wood spiritual roots, so it was only natural that these disciples would not be valued. Thus, once someone was discovered to possess wood spiritual roots, they would usually