The Terrifying Glove

Whoosh!

A terrifying chill spread before the gates, freezing hundreds of onlookers in fear.

With just a single glance, Lu Caiwei unleashed an overwhelming aura of killing intent. The power of the Great Dao surged like raging rivers, unmistakably revealing her Heaven-tier cultivation!

Gasps erupted instantly.

"What?! Heaven-tier cultivation?!"

"By the heavens, she’s actually a Heaven-tier expert too!"

"L-Lady Lu has already broken through to Heaven-tier? Truly worthy of her former title as a prodigy!"

"Watch your tongue! 'Former'? Is she not still one now?!"

"Ah, right, right! Lady Lu lives up to her reputation as one of the Three Peerless Talents of Nanli!"

In the blink of an eye, public opinion shifted drastically. The crowd grew wary under the pressure of her overwhelming power.

Most faces now bore reverence, their expressions cautious and ingratiating as they gazed at Lu Caiwei. Ordinary bystanders were too frightened to even speak.

Lu Caiwei spared them no glance, her lips curling in a smug smirk.

This—this was the glory and awe that rightfully belonged to her!

And today, she would reclaim it a thousandfold!

Seeing that cold, confident expression and sensing the undeniable Heaven-tier cultivation, Qing Yin Xianyun’s heart sank. She couldn’t help but feel wary of this woman.

She wasn’t afraid of a fight, but the drastic change in Lu Caiwei’s demeanor and power made her hesitate. Provoking her now would only invite endless trouble, disrupting her future cultivation.

Women understood women best. Once jealousy took root, it festered endlessly—no less vicious than a blood feud.

Burdened with the hopes and ideals of Moon God Pavilion, Qing Yin Xianyun had no time for petty squabbles.

After a brief pause, she chose to retreat for now.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Senior Sister Lu."

"I merely stumbled upon this hollow reputation. Neither my talent nor my cultivation can compare to yours, as everyone here can plainly see. Your name as a prodigy will surely resound far and wide."

"I have urgent matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave. If fate allows, I’ll shamelessly seek your guidance on cultivation another day."

With a polite nod, Qing Yin Xianyun turned to leave.

Her composed, unflustered demeanor only deepened the crowd’s admiration. Even as a fellow Heaven-tier expert, she garnered far more admiration than Lu Caiwei.

Such grace only fueled Lu Caiwei’s confidence.

To her, this was nothing but weakness. Now that her power had surged, how could she not press her advantage?

Lu Caiwei lowered her eyes with a cold chuckle before raising her voice in command.

"Hold it!"

"I, Lu Caiwei, conduct myself with honor in all things, win or lose! The title of prodigy isn’t something you can just hand out like charity!"

"If you flee today, I’ll march straight to Moon God Pavilion. Once I defeat you, I’ll make sure the entire Nanli Heavenly Domain knows your sect is nothing but a den of frauds!"

Hiss—

This wasn’t just about settling a score—she aimed to humiliate an entire sect!

Her venomous words stunned the crowd into silence, the sound of sharp inhales echoing in the sudden hush.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Spectators who had come for entertainment now braced themselves for a life-or-death battle.

Not a soul dared speak, all retreating in fearful reverence.

Finally, Qing Yin Xianyun’s patience snapped.

"Very well. If that’s how it is, I’ll face you."

She had yielded repeatedly, unwilling to waste time on trivial conflicts. But Lu Caiwei’s arrogance knew no bounds—her temperament had changed drastically, and now she dared insult Moon God Pavilion itself.

Enough was enough.

Qing Yin Xianyun didn’t seek trouble, but she wouldn’t cower before a Heaven-tier opponent either.

Seeing her solemn acceptance, Lu Caiwei grinned with smug satisfaction.

"Good. Today, I’ll make sure you lose with your heart convinced!"

Her words dripped with absolute confidence.

Lu Caiwei no longer regarded the crowd as worthy of her attention. Even against Qing Yin Xianyun, she acted as if facing a child—ruthless, holding nothing back.

Channeling her terrifying power, dark clouds gathered as gales howled!

Lu Caiwei’s lips curled in anticipation, her expression twisting with malice as she envisioned her rival kneeling in defeat.

"Keh keh keh!"

"Today, I’ll tear off your mask and show the world that Moon God Pavilion is nothing but a hollow sham!"

Her beautiful face contorted with venom, revealing her true ugliness.

At full Heaven-tier power, eerie black mist coiled around her jade-like fingers, thickening into glove-like shrouds that sent chills down spines.

The pure darkness radiated bone-chilling cold.

Bystanders paled and scrambled back, while even the disciples of Heavenly Blade Sect watched warily.

Hearing the vicious taunts, Qing Yin Xianyun’s anger flared. Seeing the terrifying spectacle, she grew cautious—especially at the sight of those black gloves, which filled her with immense pressure.

Lu Caiwei had gone too far, but her strength defied logic, seemingly surpassing even the first rank of Heaven-tier…

Another retreat would spell disaster.

Without hesitation, Qing Yin Xianyun drew her own treasured gloves, unleashing her full Great Dao power.

Azure light erupted, clashing fiercely against the black mist!

Before a single move was made,

the collision of their energies already stirred violent shockwaves, their might shaking the land for miles. Guests at the gates toppled like wheat before a storm!

As Lu Caiwei struck with a vicious palm strike,

Qing Yin Xianyun met it head-on with both hands!

Though her palms carried formidable Dao power, they struggled against the black mist, the azure glow nearly swallowed whole.

As for her gloves…

They seemed utterly ordinary, devoid of any extraordinary aura.

At best, they might be Saint-grade treasures.

Watching the clash at point-blank range, Lu Caiwei smirked, already tasting victory as she pushed forward with full force.

But in that split second—

A blinding azure radiance erupted!

Like the brilliance of a peerless treasure, it froze Lu Caiwei’s face in shock!

Then—

An overwhelming force surged from those plain gloves, devouring the black mist entirely. Yet the terrifying pressure didn’t stop—it roared forth like a raging river!

Lu Caiwei’s expression twisted in horror as her arms turned leaden!

Within her consciousness,

a pair of eyes snapped open, their piercing gaze cutting through the darkness!

"This…?!"

The next instant, a flood of Great Dao power swallowed everything!

All sound was drowned out!

Lu Caiwei, like a leaf in a storm, was sent flying through the air, her face etched with disbelief as she vanished into the horizon like a shooting star!

The shockwaves spread for thousands of miles before her body finally crashed down from the heavens.

"BOOM!!!"

Mountains trembled, the impact scattering birds and beasts in terror.

The figure plunged into the peaks, splitting an emerald mountain in two. Dust and debris erupted like a desert storm.

Time passed indeterminably…

At last, a pale-faced Lu Caiwei weakly opened her eyes, her body immobilized by agony. Blood trickled from her lips.

Once a peerless beauty, she now lay embedded in the shattered mountain, covered in grime—yet nothing could mask the shock and terror in her eyes.

"Cough… cough…"

"H-How… how is this possible?!"

Her voice trembled with disbelief.

All confidence and pride had vanished, replaced by quaking fear.

One strike.

Just one strike, and her newly enhanced power had been crushed so utterly?!

She couldn’t accept it.

She, who should have dominated effortlessly, had been reduced to this pitiful state!

Shame, fury, and shock surged uncontrollably within Lu Caiwei. Ignoring her injuries, she let out a nearly demonic roar, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"This can't be!"

"Why is this happening? How is that bitch so strong?!"

After screaming a few times, Lu Caiwei suddenly froze.

A realization seemed to dawn on her, and her eyes burned with grief and indignation as she sent a mental message.

"You lied to me?"

"The inheritance of the Demon Race could never be this weak. Did you deceive me?!"

In her consciousness, a hoarse voice slowly responded, equally stunned, as if shaken to its core.

"How dare you accuse this venerable one of lying!"

"You have indeed received the Demon Race's inheritance, but that woman is far too powerful. The purity of her Great Dao is extraordinary—her cultivation technique must be exceptional."

"Especially those gloves… There’s something deeply unnatural about them!"

"That woman’s strength is absurd, far beyond that of an ordinary Heaven-rank cultivator. Your defeat today… even I did not foresee it."

The wary tone echoed in her mind, making Lu Caiwei’s pupils tremble.

That bitch was so strong even the Demon Race showed hesitation. Could her backer be more formidable than the demons?

And those gloves…

A single palm strike had left her grievously wounded.

If an ordinary Heaven-rank cultivator had faced it, wouldn’t they have been annihilated on the spot?

They seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet their power was truly terrifying…

After a few moments of reflection, Lu Caiwei grew angrier the more she thought about it.

"You once promised that with this inheritance, I would become the strongest in Lanxing. Yet against that wretched woman, I suffered such a humiliating defeat. The Demon Race is nothing special!"

"Had I known, I would never have trusted your empty promises!"

The pair of eyes in her consciousness trembled with rage.

After a brief silence, the voice spoke again, forcing calm into its tone.

"The Demon Race has dominated the cosmos—how could our inheritance be inferior to others?!"

"You’ve only just received the inheritance and haven’t awakened your full potential. In time, you will crush all of Lanxing beneath your feet! This defeat… was merely an accident!"

"With patience, you will make your name known across Lanxing."

Hearing this, Lu Caiwei remained skeptical but gave a cold nod.

"Fine. I’ll trust you one more time."

"But once I’ve taken my revenge, our agreement will need additional terms. Otherwise, I can’t place my faith in you!"

The black mist in her consciousness agreed without hesitation.

"Very well. I admire your greed. Serve the Demon Race faithfully, and you shall have everything you desire."

Only then did Lu Caiwei steady her mind and consume a healing pill.

"Next time, I will wash away this disgrace with blood!"

In her heart, she silently swore another oath—those gloves, the ones even the Demon Race feared, were undoubtedly a treasure beyond compare.

She would claim them for herself, no matter the cost.