One punch to clear the way, Changqingzi the iron man

Fengyang Commandery, Immortal Grove Inn.

Within a secluded courtyard surrounded by bamboo groves.

Xuan Kong hurried back.

On the orders of his senior brother, the abbey master, he had specially purchased a lavish breakfast from the Welcome Immortal Inn, spending two whole Magic Coins.

Ordinarily, they could not bear such extravagance, but today they spent the money willingly.

They were even happier to see Changqingzi and Chang'anzi enjoying the meal. The third-generation Daoists put no pressure on them. Facing today's finals, Xuanxu offered only a few words: "Let nature take its course!"

The other Daoists offered similarly brief encouragement.

Xuan Yang: "Just do your best."

Xuan Yin: "Stay safe and sound."

Xuan Su: "Put yourself first."

Xuan Kong: "Eat and drink well."

They applied no pressure and issued no rigid orders.

Even though they were more anxious than Changqingzi and Chang'anzi themselves, they knew how difficult the disciples' journey had been. As their elders and teachers, they should not add to the pair's burden.

Go into battle unencumbered, regardless of success or failure.

Accept gains with joy and losses with composure.

Yes!

They had to put on the act, at least.

They belonged to the Daoist Tradition.

They were unlike those worldly people obsessed with winning and losing.

Compared with their elders, Chang'anzi and Changqingzi were actually steadier of heart. After breakfast, everyone headed out.

Heaven-in-a-Gourd Palace, in the stands.

Watching the two disciples enter the arena, Xuanxu clenched his fists inside his sleeves, Xuan Kong kept drinking tea, Xuan Yang stared without blinking, Xuan Yin wiped his sword incessantly, and Xuan Su silently recited scripture. They looked exactly like parents waiting outside an examination hall.

The Azure-Robed True Person presiding over this Dao Origin Grand Gathering wasted no words. He called the two hundred competitors forward, offered a