Ten Thousand Points of Critical Hit

"Alright, alright, alright!"

Seeing Wei Donghai finally relent, the crowd erupted in excitement, swarming around him with eager hands, barely containing their anticipation.

"Let me make this clear—just one touch!" Wei Donghai repeated sternly.

"Of course, of course! Just one touch, no more!" The group nodded vigorously, their faces plastered with ingratiating smiles. For a sword of such supreme quality, getting even a single touch from the old man was already a rare privilege.

Finally, under the weight of their expectant gazes, Wei Donghai cautiously extended the sword once more.

The moment it was presented, even before anyone laid a finger on it, the sheer sharpness of its blade and the profound Dao essence radiating from it were palpable.

What a sword.

An absolute peerless treasure!

Overcome with excitement, the crowd instinctively reached out to touch it.

Just as they were about to savor the sensation—

Whoosh!

Wei Donghai yanked the sword back in an instant.

"That’s enough. You’ve seen it."

With that, he promptly stashed the sword into his Storage Ring.

"Wait, what—?"

The elated expressions on their faces instantly darkened.

A few were lucky—they’d at least managed a fleeting brush of their fingertips. But Fu Nantian and a couple of others hadn’t even gotten that far before Wei Donghai snatched it away.

Gritting their teeth, their eyes burned with the unspoken desire to murder the man—yet there was nothing they could do.

Worse still, they had to force smiles onto their faces.

After all, the man now wielded such an extraordinary weapon.

Who knew when they might need his help in the future?

Outwardly, they played along. But inwardly, watching Wei Donghai’s smug, insufferable grin, they were seething with envy!

After the brief distraction, the group quickly refocused on the pressing matter at hand. Though the Void Beasts had scattered for now, the rift in the sky remained—the crisis was far from over.

The Ancient Sage Luo Hongfei suppressed his curiosity, his expression turning solemn.

"Our immediate danger has been mitigated, but to resolve this at its root, we must rely on Zui Wuya’s efforts. So let’s divide our tasks—some will continue scouting the area, while others should go reinforce Zui Wuya."

The other sages nodded gravely.

"I’ll go support Zui Wuya!" Fu Nantian volunteered.

Truth be told, he couldn’t stand the sight of Wei Donghai’s sword any longer. The envy was eating him alive.

Especially since he hadn’t even gotten a single touch.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He refused to endure that insufferable gloating any longer.

The others had no objections to Fu Nantian taking on the task.

Soon, streaks of light shot across the sky as the seven sages dispersed to their respective duties.

Diving deep into the black mist at the horizon, Fu Nantian raced toward Zui Wuya’s last known location.

After what felt like an eternity of flying, he finally received a transmission from Zui Wuya.

Pressing onward for another thousand miles, he at last spotted the lone figure of his old friend.

"Brother Fu, what brings you here?" Zui Wuya asked, surprised by Fu Nantian’s arrival.

"Your mission is critical, so I came to reinforce you," Fu Nantian explained.

"Many thanks, Brother Fu. The journey has indeed been perilous—with you here, the task will be much easier," Zui Wuya replied gratefully.

The two continued flying side by side through the rift.

Zui Wuya focused on scouting the area with his unique abilities, while Fu Nantian provided support.

But even as he played his part, his mind kept wandering back to that sword.

So envious.

So bitter.

He wasn’t even a swordsman, yet the allure of such a divine weapon was irresistible.

What kind of absurd luck did Wei Donghai stumble upon to get his hands on a treasure like that?

If only I had one…

With a sword like that, he could effortlessly impress any prospective disciple—they’d be kneeling at his feet in an instant!

When Zui Wuya returned from his scouting, he noticed Fu Nantian’s distracted state and chuckled.

"Brother Fu, what’s on your mind? You seem lost in thought."

Snapping back to reality, Fu Nantian glanced at Zui Wuya.

Ah, right.

He doesn’t know yet.

If he told him, Zui Wuya would probably be just as envious.

"You have no idea—your junior brother Wei Donghai somehow stumbled upon a divine sword. A few slashes from it, and he cut down a seventh-tier Void Beast like it was nothing!"

Fu Nantian recounted the tale, eagerly awaiting Zui Wuya’s inevitable outburst of envy.

After all, he knew these two had always been rivals since childhood—any hint of the other surpassing them would drive them mad.

The thought of Zui Wuya’s impending meltdown brought him a twisted sense of comfort.

Misery loves company.

But to his shock, Zui Wuya merely responded with a calm,

"Oh, is that so…"

Then, without another word, he resumed his scouting of the spatial rifts, as if he’d just heard the most mundane news.

Fu Nantian froze in place, staring at Zui Wuya in disbelief.

What’s wrong with him?

No shock?

No envy?

Fu Nantian hurried after him, pressing further.

"Brother Zui, aren’t you the least bit curious? Or jealous?"

"He killed a seventh-tier Void Beast in a few strikes!"

Emphasizing the key details, he added,

"Do you even know what sword it is? It’s one of the Daylight Dao Swords—the ones embedded in the Corridor of Antiquity!"

"The same swords countless mighty experts tried and failed to claim!"

"And now your junior brother has one—what insane luck!"

"Worst of all, he’s become insufferably arrogant about it! He wouldn’t even let us old friends take a proper look!"

Finally, as if swayed by Fu Nantian’s impassioned rant, Zui Wuya paused.

Turning back, he offered only a serene smile.

"If he obtained a divine sword, good for him. That’s his fortune—why should I be envious?"

Why should I be envious?

????????

Fu Nantian was dumbstruck, his face a canvas of confusion. The words lodged in his throat, unable to escape.

Zui Wuya’s tranquil expression and magnanimous words left him speechless, as if he’d been struck by the depth of his friend’s wisdom.

Is this the true bond between these two brothers?

Had I misunderstood them all along?

Fu Nantian smacked his lips, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Besides… it’s just a Daylight Dao Sword," Zui Wuya added casually, as if discussing a common vegetable.

Fu Nantian’s eye twitched at the sheer audacity of that statement.

Before he could protest, Zui Wuya’s hand suddenly gleamed with radiant light. A simple, ancient black sword materialized within his grasp—eerily familiar.

The more Fu Nantian stared, the more his heart pounded.

His eyes widened in shock, his finger trembling as he pointed.

"This… this is—!"

Under his stunned gaze, Zui Wuya flourished the black sword with effortless grace, sending a series of slashes toward the heavens.

Each seemingly casual swing unleashed terrifying sword intent!

Streaks of sword light pierced the clouds like white rainbows, instantly dispersing the black mist and clearing the sky!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After a few dazzling flourishes, Zui Wuya sheathed the sword with a smirk and continued walking.

"Heh, I’ve got one too. No need to envy my junior brother."

I’ve got one too too too…

The words echoed in Fu Nantian’s mind like a curse.

A critical hit—10,000 damage!

Fu Nantian stood petrified, left alone in the wind, his soul utterly shattered.

The peace he’d just barely regained was now a storm of turmoil!

Such a divine sword.

For Wei Donghai to obtain one was already an immense stroke of luck.

Who could have imagined that the other one would end up in Zui Wuya’s hands as well!

So this was the truth all along.

All that talk of brotherly camaraderie, of noble virtues—what a load of nonsense! The real deal was that neither of them had to feel envious because they both had treasures.

How…

How could these two scoundrels be so absurdly fortunate? It was downright infuriating!

And here he was, thinking highly of Zui Wuya, even feeling a flicker of admiration—only to find out the old fox had been hiding an ancient sword all along, no different from his stingy, treasure-hoarding junior. Both of them were utter scoundrels!

Fu Nantian was left questioning his life, his face twisted with indignation.

His envy didn’t subside; instead, it flared up tenfold, his eyes gleaming with a covetous green light, fists clenched tight.

He’d only come here to vent, but now he’d been subjected to another round of bragging.

Fu Nantian’s composure shattered, his gaze filled with disbelief and that same green-eyed glare.

Given what he knew, given the strength of Wei Donghai and Zui Wuya, there was no way he could’ve pulled those swords free.

There had to be some extraordinary secret behind it.

Suddenly, it dawned on him—those two old foxes must have stumbled upon something incredible.

Snapping back to reality, he lifted his head, ready to demand answers.

But who would’ve thought Zui Wuya would flee after his grand display?

Fu Nantian bolted after him.

“You damn scoundrel, stop right there!”

“Out with it! How the hell do you have that ancient sword too?!”