After Lingxiao Pavilion's team won against the odds, they had soundly defeated their opponents despite being vastly outnumbered. This had undoubtedly shocked every cultivator. Lingxiao Pavilion and the sects of the allies who had joined Ling Tian's side had also gained widespread fame, and people eager to join them came flooding in. The older generation, like Zi Yun, were overjoyed. What could be more gratifying than seeing the sect they had painstakingly built flourish?
Naturally, Lingxiao Pavilion attracted the most cultivators. Ling Tian and the others had not changed their admission requirements: candidates still needed green-tier aptitude and had to be under two hundred years old. Of course, Long Shun, Zhu Yan, and the other hall masters were also entitled to recruit members who met their halls' requirements. Cultivators with unusual abilities could also be admitted as exceptions.
For a time, the Yang Stage was bustling with activity. Countless cultivators scrambled to join, much to Old Man Ling's delight.
Since he still had to compete in the final match, Ling Tian naturally avoided the arduous task of recruiting disciples. Instead, he devoted himself to cultivation, preparing to defeat Brother Wen Jian. Fortunately, Old Man Ling, Lu Yuan, and the others were well accustomed to handling such matters, and under their management, everything proceeded in good order.
In just a few days, Lingxiao Pavilion had recruited nearly a hundred cultivators with exceptional aptitude. Together with the hundred or so they had recruited earlier, their total now exceeded two hundred, and the other halls had recruited plenty of disciples as well. Looking at these new disciples and members, Ling Tian felt deeply moved. He could predict that in a few hundred or a thousand years, they would all be leading figures in the Cultivation World, and Lingxiao Pavilion's overall strength would grow