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"For a killer, there is no absolutely safe place in this world. Moreover, from my professional perspective as a killer, this villa, despite its luxury, is quite unsafe. Did you see the towering trees outside? Each one is lush and taller than the villa itself. For a killer, those trees are the best hiding spots," Ding Yan said.
Ye Ming and the others couldn't help but glance at the large trees outside. Most of them were Wutong trees, nearly a hundred years old, thick and tall. Indeed, they provided an excellent ambush location; armed with a sniper rifle, one could easily climb a tree and carry out a murder.
However, the protective formation of the Quiet Villa was no joke, especially with the Blood Corpse as its spirit. It could sense any disturbance within a mile radius; before a killer could even climb the tree to ambush, they would likely be eliminated by the Blood Corpse.
"Ding Yan, if this weren't my master's residence, you would be absolutely right. Those big trees are indeed unsafe. But since this is where my master lives now, it is one hundred percent safe. Even if a killer did come, they wouldn't be able to harm us," Ye Ming said.
Chen Zhi and Lin Yin nodded in agreement. Ding Yan looked uncertain; could this villa really be that safe?
Ding Yan surveyed her surroundings. The air in the villa was indeed pleasant, and it was beautifully decorated with lush greenery and blooming flowers, mist rising like a paradise. But aside from that, there didn't seem to be much else.
In Ding Yan's mind, a safe place should have solid walls and armed guards patrolling. Yet in Jiang Chen's villa, aside from Ye Ming and the others, there was only a white snake—no one else.
Ye Ming and Lin Yin were two beautiful girls, delicate like flower petals, while Chen Zhi was an old man. With such a combination, how could they be considered safe?
Ding Yan smiled but said nothing more.
"Miss Ding, please follow me; I'll show you to your room," Lin Yin said.
"Thank you for your trouble," Ding Yan replied politely.
After settling into her room, Ding Yan went to the window. She was cautious; in an unfamiliar place, she always felt insecure—especially knowing that killers were after her made it even harder to sleep. She frequently walked to the window to observe outside.
The night passed without incident. Ding Yan hardly slept at all; however, thanks to the spiritual energy of Quiet Villa, she still felt quite refreshed.
As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into Quiet Villa, Jiang Chen was already in the courtyard instructing Ye Ming and Chen Zhi in their training.
Curious about what her master was teaching them, Ding Yan went downstairs to watch.
Ye Ming and Chen Zhi sat on the grass with their hands forming seals in front of their chests. With each breath, they inhaled mist and then exhaled it repeatedly. Ding Yan recognized that this seemed less like martial arts training and more like a method of cultivating Taoist principles.
"What good can this breathing technique do? Can it really lead to murder?" Ding Yan thought to herself. She felt that while this kind of practice might be good for health, it certainly wouldn't lead to any killings.
Suddenly, Chen Zhi pointed into the air with his finger. A stream of white Jing Qi shot forth from his fingertip like a hidden weapon, striking a stone and shattering it into pieces the size of basketballs.
"Chen Zhi, your control over Spiritual Energy is lacking. The Jing Qi transformed from Spiritual Energy is a hundred times stronger than Inner Energy released in martial arts. You've been practicing for over half a year and have mastered Qi Refining Art, but you still need to work on controlling Spiritual Energy externally. Shattering a stone from just ten steps away is far from enough," Jiang Chen said.
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