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Jin Wuyou had the kitchen prepare a lot of delicious food for the group, and then put it all in a thermal box to wait for the two of them to return.

She practiced calligraphy while waiting for them.

There was no sign of anyone until nine o'clock in the evening when a spaceship roared overhead.

Then it was as if something heavy had crashed into her yard.

Jin Wuyou peeked out and saw Jin Yiling and Lan Xiyu lying on the ground, their clothes tattered and their bodies devoid of any spiritual energy fluctuations. Their bodies were covered in wounds, and blood was still oozing out.

The worst off was Lan Xiyu, whose entire body was covered in wounds.

Her brother could still stand up on his own, but Lan Xiyu could only see that he was barely clinging to life.

Even fleeing is better than what they are experiencing.

She quickly called over her two uncles, Mo Ke and Yong Bai, to carry her into the house.

Mo Ke and Yong Bai knew what had happened as soon as they saw the two of them; their eyes met with understanding, and they acted as if it was only natural.

"Don't worry, they'll be fine. They were probably sent to the garrison for live-fire exercises. They're just exhausted, they won't die."

Jin Wuyou nodded. It was good that they weren't dead, but they couldn't just lie there like that.

Jin Wuyou released his spiritual energy and spiritual threads to relax his brother and cousin's bodies.

It's a pity she can't use the water power of her bloodline yet, otherwise two drops of water should have been enough.

Enveloped by Jin Wuyou's spiritual power, the two felt a cool sensation throughout their bodies, and the pain from their wounds gradually disappeared, while the discomfort in their limbs also gradually faded away.

"Sister, I'm sorry I dirtied your sofa. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."

"Brother, are you joking? It's just a sofa, there's no need for it. The washroom is inside, it's inconvenient for you to go back to your room, so just use mine for now. I'll get your clothes, brother. After you've washed up, come out and eat. I already asked the chef to prepare something delicious for you."

"Okay, thank you, Wuyou."

Jin Yiling sat up and didn't stand on ceremony with his sister.

Lan Xiyu slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

Jin Wuyou took out a treatment device and treated her first. Only after the treatment was almost complete did she open her eyes.

"Little Worry-Free, you're so kind!!"

Lan Xiyu hugged Jin Wuyou tightly; Jin Wuyou was disgusted by the smell emanating from her.

"Cousin, the smell on you and your current image don't match your style at all."

Upon hearing Jin Wuyou's words, Lan Xiyu immediately became serious.

How could she, a princess, have her image tarnished? She should go wash up now.

She stood up, her legs went weak, and she almost fell over. In the end, Jin Wuyou helped her to her room, even prepared the water for her, and helped her into the bathtub before leaving.

Jin Yiling emerged in just over ten minutes, fully recovered and feeling refreshed.

Jin Wuyou laid out all the food.

He was clearly starving, his eyes shining as he looked at the food, but he didn't touch it until Lan Xiyu arrived.

Ten minutes later, Jin Wuyou silently took out an insulated cover and covered the food with it.

"Why don't you lie down on the table and take a nap?" Jin Wuyou suggested.

Girls do need more time to shower, especially since Lan Xiyu is so dirty today, she definitely needs to shower for even longer.

"Is my cousin asleep in the bathroom? Should we stop waiting for her? Latecomers only deserve nutritional supplements." Jin Yiling was starving and silently reached for the thermal cover.

"How about we wait a little longer?" Despite saying that, Jin Wuyou opened the barrier without hesitation.

Lan Xiyu washed for an hour, and when she came out, Jin Yiling had already started eating.

"Cousin, please sit down." Jin Wuyou opened another cover, and the aroma of food wafted out; it was food she had prepared for her.

Lan Xiyu didn't say anything and immediately started eating.

"Wuyou, let's eat something together." Lan Xiyu even had time to call out to Jin Wuyou.

"No, I've had dinner." I'm not going to fight with you refugees for food.

The two finished all the food on the table, and the whole process only took a dozen minutes.

Jin Wuyou was dumbfounded.

"Uncles Moke and Yongbai said you went to the military base to participate in live-fire exercises. Doesn't the military base provide you with food?"

"I was unlucky this time. As soon as I arrived, my mental power was sealed, and then I was driven into the mountains. I was chased and forced to flee by thousands of soldiers. There was nothing to eat in the mountains. I would rather starve than eat those little insects."

Lan Xiyu looked disgusted at the thought of the small animals in the forest.

"By the way, cousin, weren't you taken back to the palace?" Jin Wuyou asked curiously.

"Don't even mention it! That bastard Lan Xicheng beat me up as soon as he got on the spaceship. My dad said not to take me back because he felt terrible seeing me, so Lan Xicheng dumped me in a remote military garrison!"

“They were too ruthless. They caught up with us but didn’t arrest us. They just beat us. If we could escape, we would escape. If we couldn’t escape, we would just keep getting beaten.”

"I thought today was over and the spaceship that brought us back would have food, but there was nothing. They even wanted to spar with us."

"I wonder which legion is so stingy." Lan Xiyu was full of resentment.

"Brother, what about you? Did Dad take you there?"

When Jin Wuyou turned to ask her brother, Jin Yiling nodded.

I was indeed tired, so I went back to my room to rest after dinner.

Their energy was truly remarkable; when Jin Wuyou got up to train the next day, they were already sparring with each other in the training room.

Jin Wuyou arrived late and couldn't join them, so she continued to practice alone with Jin Hanxi on the other side.

After being beaten repeatedly, she was finally able to block one or two sword strikes.

During this time, Jin Hanxi relaxed his demands and allowed her to use other tactics to attack him.

But faced with Jin Hanxi's unhurried attacks, she could only defend throughout, and even failed to defend against many of them.

"Dad, I don't understand. Your attacks aren't fast, and there are gaps between your moves, so why can't I seize those opportunities?"

In response to Jin Wuyou's question, Jin Hanxi squatted down and tapped her on the head.

"You've only been practicing for a few days. You've only just gotten used to and memorized the movements. You've only just learned to walk and you want to run already? Don't rush. If you practice hard, you'll definitely improve one day."

Not getting a definite answer from Jin Hanxi, Jin Wuyou turned to observe her older brother and sister beside her, and she actually discovered a problem.

Jin Yiling and his team act without hesitation, whether in attack or defense. They don't need to think about it; every movement is so quick and accurate that it seems to be engraved in their genes. When an attack comes, their bodies can react immediately.

That's something she can't do right now.

What she needs to do now is to record all the movements into her body's muscle responses, which seems to have no shortcuts and can only be achieved through hard work.

Now she can somewhat understand the significance of sword cultivators swinging their swords tens of thousands of times a day in those cultivation novels.

“Dad, let’s continue.” Jin Wuyou picked up the metal longsword, turned to face Jin Hanxi, and her eyes were finally no longer confused.

After being knocked down, he got up again without groaning. He calmly analyzed what he had done wrong and kept observing Jin Hanxi's movements to adjust his own.

She swung her sword faster and faster, blocking more and more attacks.

Just as she was getting into the swing of things, her alarm clock went off.

"Your time is up," Jin Hanxi reminded her, sheathing his sword.

"We can continue even when the time is up. The three hours I set is a minimum, not a maximum."