A young looking youth came out of a shut door. The youth had a fairly handsome look with a bright face. His deep eyes contained a trace of vicissitude that was masked in indifference.

He gave off a feeling of calmness that harmonized with the world. His black hair fluttered slightly as he moved forward. He seemed to be heading somewhere before he was interrupted by a few youths with swords coming from an opposite direction.

"Look who is coming, trash of the Yun clan" a youth with a red bob spoke in sarcasm.

"Senior Brother Ziling, let's see what he's up to with the sword in his hand" a youth with a beak like nose spoke while pointing in the youth's direction.

They chuckled playfully among themselves as they walked over. The lone azure robed youth frowned as they came over but he continued going on until he was pushed back. The one who pushed him was the senior brother Ziling from before.

"Ziling, what's the meaning of this" the azure robed youth asked coldly.

"Little Brother Ji, I'm sorry to have hit you, I thought it was a walking trash" Yun Ziling apologized in a sarcastic tone.

The azure robed youth looked indifferent as he fixed his gaze at Yun Ziling for a moment. He snorted and then left with contained

anger in his heart.

"Yun Wangji, what do you mean by that look,

could it be that you're unreconciled with my apology" the youth sneered as he forcefully slammed his hand on Yun Wangji's shoulder.

The latter made a muffled noise as the sounds of twisted bones could be heard from the slam. The look in his eyes grew colder but he remained silent.

"Trash like you has no right to receive my apology or feel unreconciled with my actions alright" Yun Ziling spoke coldly as his tone contained false authority.

"Yun Wangji, you've ruined the mood of Senior Brother Ziling, apologize with ten kowtows or let us help you do it" the youth with a beak like nose spoke dismissively.

He was known as Yun Ziyao, Yun Ziling's junior brother.

Yun Wangji looked at Yun Ziyao indifferently with his icy eyes.

"Why?"

He asked fearlessly with his hands folded and his eyes looking at his foot. His demanor showed that he was completely unfazed by Yun Ziyao's fierce words.

"Hmph! What do you think you are to make me apologize for intentionally crossing my path" Yun Wangji spoke while he released his spiritual power.

The rest choked with laughter on the result, their fingers wagged as they laughed heartily. His action seemed like a joke in their eyes making them laugh uncannily.

"Haha! Is that the third step Qi Condensation, my belly hurts"

"You've got to be kidding me to fight a sixth step Qi Condensation with your trashy cultivation"

"Who do you think you are? huh"

The voices of the five were filled with pure sarcasm. Yun Wangji had pulled out a mere third step cultivation to fight them.

Even the weakest among them was at the fifth step of Qi Condensation, Yun Ziling himself was at the eighth stage of Qi Condensation.