Streaks of orange light radiated from Yun Ao's head. Once the orange literary qi left his body, it drifted away like smoke.
"No..." Yun Ao screamed wildly, reaching out to catch the smoke. His fingers swept through it, unable to hold on to even half a wisp of literary qi.
Everyone beside Yun Ao, including his father, Yun Hu, instinctively stepped back.
Terror filled their faces. They could hardly believe they were witnessing the legendary dissipation of literary qi, a phenomenon that occurred only when a member of the rebel species was killed.
When an ordinary scholar died, his literary qi returned to heaven and earth, a sight entirely different from this.
"My literary qi! I worked so hard to cultivate all this literary qi!" Like a madman, Yun Ao spun in place, reaching out to grab his literary qi.
"Heavens, why is this happening? Why? This is my literary qi!"
"No! No one can take it away! No one!"
"Mine! All this literary qi is mine! No one can steal it! Get away! All of you, get away!"
Yun Ao shouted through his tears.
Before long, thin trails of blood seeped from the corners of Yun Ao's eyes. His eyes seemed covered in a net of blood, and his eyeballs looked ready to burst at any moment.
Every scholar could tell that this was a warning sign of trouble in his Literary Palace!
Yun Ao's Talent Qi Ancient Sword hovered quietly in the air, like a heartless spectator watching a farce, its gleam faintly cold.
"My son! Let it go! Let it go!" Unable to bear watching any longer, Yun Hu rushed forward and embraced Yun Ao, tears streaming down his aged face.
"Get away! Who are you? Get away! Don't fight me for my literary qi! Get away!