Demons sought freedom, but how they sought that freedom differed from one to another.
That was why quite a few cultivators felt that the demonic path was a pack of potential lunatics, and it would be best to kill them all.
Even among demonic cultivators, there were those who said, "I seek my own Dao. Do not provoke me, and I will not provoke you."
In essence, they were much like many immortal cultivators: live or die as you please, just do not disturb this Dao Master's ascension.
Unfortunately, stereotypes were negative most of the time.
Once a few oversized rat droppings—lunatic Demon Heads—appeared, the pot of soup that was demonic cultivators, already disliked for their self-willed ways, was ruined.
The reason was that oversized rat droppings were simply more likely to become famous.
Like those reclusive cultivators: the truly powerful ones certainly existed, but let alone ordinary cultivators, even experts of the same level might never have heard of them.
If some great figure hid away for ten thousand years, who would know such a person existed?
Take the Feng Shui Master among the Twelve Masters. He was exceptionally good at lying low. Even today, all anyone remembered were the three words "Feng Shui Master." No one knew his name, and few living people knew what divine abilities he excelled in.
Therefore, as long as someone was a demonic cultivator, they naturally bore an eye-catching label over their head that made people pay special attention.
Mei Yan himself did not know much about any of this, because he had lived in an exceptionally good era.
Any lunatic, perverted, heretical cultivator in the Great Wilderness would certainly be beaten to death the moment they showed their face, before they could turn into oversized rat droppings.
Moreover, Qin Yang himself had