Chapter Eleven of The Flower Picking Game: The Contest

The three women escorted Junjie to the heart of the Valley of a Thousand Flowers—the Thousand Flowers Pavilion. This pavilion was an octagonal wooden building about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) high, with a training hall at the bottom filled with various weapons. At the top floor was a viewing pavilion, in the center of which sat a wooden table, carved from a giant tree, about six feet square. On the table were a zither and a sandalwood incense burner emitting wisps of smoke, suggesting someone had just been there.

From here, the entire Valley of a Thousand Flowers stretched out before them. And the Valley of a Thousand Flowers truly lived up to its name; flowers were everywhere. All the flowers, centered on the Thousand Flowers Pavilion, formed a giant Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern.

Lan Jian said, "This is the center of Wan Hua Valley, as you can see. Our houses are scattered throughout this Bagua formation, where our disciples live. All our disciples are beautiful, and because we diligently practice martial arts and eat flowers, we all remain youthful. We, the Four Sword Maidens, are the four youngest. Most of the other senior sisters are over forty, and Aunt Hua should be fifty!"

Junjie said, "Fifty! Wow! Impressive!" But in his heart, he muttered, "I never thought I, Junjie, would be taken advantage of by an old woman, sigh—"

Zhu Jian said, "However, our martial arts were personally taught by the Valley Master, and coupled with our intelligence, only Aunt Hua is stronger than us in the valley." After saying that, she didn't forget to raise her chin, looking arrogant.

Junjie said, "Really? I don't quite believe it. There should be at least two people stronger than you."

Zhujian retorted, "That's impossible! Who are you talking about? You?"

Junjie replied, "It is indeed I, the humble one!" Junjie had already assessed the internal strength of the four of them; none of them were stronger than him, hence his boastful words.

Zhujian said, "You! Who do you think you are! You are no match for me!"

Junjie said, "If you don't believe me, let's have a match now!"

With that, he assumed a fighting stance, staring at Zhujian, waiting for her to make her move.

Zhujian laughed, "You're asking for trouble!" Just as she finished speaking, a crisp slap was heard, and a clear five-finger mark appeared on Junjie's face.

Before Junjie could even understand what was happening, he had already been rewarded with five hundred yuan on his face.

Zhujian laughed, "Want to try again?"

Junjie was truly speechless with bitterness. He clearly knew his skills were no worse than hers, yet he didn't even know how Zhujian had attacked. He was truly unwilling to accept defeat, but dared not challenge her again. A sidelong glance revealed the other two sword maids covering their

mouths in laughter. Junjie, skeptical and unwilling to admit defeat, declared, "That doesn't count! I'm not ready yet, I'll attack first this time." Without waiting for the bamboo sword's agreement, he unleashed a swift, meteor-like 'Heaven-Shattering Stroke,' aimed directly at the bamboo

sword. Unexpectedly! This time, things were even more absurd! Junjie felt himself pass right through the bamboo sword, while a burning five-finger mark appeared on his other cheek—another slap from the bamboo sword. Looking back, he saw the bamboo sword hadn't moved an inch. Startled, he fell to the floor

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