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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 look 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; with a sniper rifle, one could easily take a shot from the branches.
However, the protective formation of this Quiet Villa was no joke, especially with the Blood Corpse as its spirit. It could sense any disturbance within a mile radius. The killer would likely be eliminated by the Blood Corpse before even reaching the trees to launch an attack.
"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 my master's home now, it is one hundred percent secure. Even if a killer did come, they wouldn't be able to harm us," Ye Ming replied.
Chen Zhi and Lin Yin nodded in agreement. Ding Yan looked uncertain; could this villa really be that safe?
She glanced around; the air in the villa was indeed pleasant, and it was beautiful inside with lush greenery and blooming flowers, mist rising like a paradise. But aside from that, there seemed to be nothing else.
In Ding Yan's view, a safe place should be fortified like an iron fortress with armed guards patrolling. Yet in Jiang Chen's villa, apart from Ye Ming and the others, there was only a white snake—no one else.
Ye Ming and Lin Yin were two beautiful girls like delicate flowers, while Chen Zhi was an old man. Such a combination hardly screamed safety.
Ding Yan smiled faintly 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 arranging 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 but felt surprisingly refreshed due to the spiritual energy of the Quiet Villa.
When the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the Quiet Villa, Jiang Chen was already in the courtyard instructing Ye Ming and Chen Zhi on their training.
Curious about what Jiang Chen was teaching his disciples, 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 wasn't martial arts but rather a method of cultivating Taoist principles.
"What good can this breathing technique do? Can it help with murder?" Ding Yan thought to herself, feeling that while it might be good for health, it certainly wouldn't lead to any killing prowess.
Suddenly, Chen Zhi pointed into the air with a finger. A white energy shot out from his fingertip like a hidden weapon and struck a stone, shattering it into pieces the size of basketballs.
"Chen Zhi, your spiritual energy transformation lacks power! The energy generated from spiritual energy is a hundred times stronger than martial arts inner energy. You've been training for over half a year and have mastered Qi Refining Art, but you still need to work on controlling your spiritual energy projection. Shattering a stone from just ten steps away is far from enough," Jiang Chen remarked.
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