"Genius, genius, a true genius... keh keh keh keh... such a genius..."
The Great Elder of Soul Hall waved his arms and stamped his feet, his expression crazed.
He was already riding a high.
"Master, mind your image." The disciple behind him on the left gave a dry cough.
"Master, we demonic cultivators already have a bad reputation," the disciple on the right reminded him as well.
Only then did the Great Elder of Soul Hall gradually calm down, though his eyes still gleamed with excitement. "You two stay here. I'm going to the Demon Department."
With that, the Great Elder of Soul Hall pushed through the crowd and headed off, leaning on his skull-topped cane, utterly thrilled.
The two disciples exchanged a glance. Rather than fear, their eyes held an eagerness to try.
The Demonic Path!
In ancient times, the Evil-Demon Path had ravaged the world. Its practitioners sucked human blood, devoured infants, and so on to generate the power of fear, which they then used to cultivate.
Later, Confucius had executed the evil demon Shaozheng Mao, incorporated the various teachings of the Demonic Path, and created the true demon path, distinguishing it from evil demons.
Only then had the Demonic Path gained acceptance.
But that did not mean life had become easy for its practitioners.
Compared with the other paths, the Demonic Path was far too strictly regulated.
What demonic cultivators usually did was roam the streets and alleys, absorbing other people's power of fear.
This was actually a good thing.
If someone was having a nightmare, for instance, absorbing those negative emotions would stop the nightmare.
Some children were afraid when left home alone; once that fear was absorbed, they would no longer be scared.
Of course, the power of fear absorbed this way was bound to