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In a world brimming with mystery and intrigue, the Heavenly Master Xu Yang is renowned for his extraordinary Taoist skills and his thousand-year-old peach wood sword. However, his reputation is not entirely positive. Within the spectral community, Xu Yang's standing is quite complex, with rumors even suggesting that he once threatened a spirit, prompting the spirit to call the police. Despite this, Xu Yang steadfastly maintains his innocence, claiming that these accusations are utterly baseless.

The story begins with Xu Yang encountering a young man who questions his identity during a ghost-hunting mission. The young man bluntly raises the issue of Xu Yang's reputation and mentions the spirit that called the police. Xu Yang vehemently denies these claims and challenges the young man to bring the spirit forward for a face-to-face confrontation. This scene not only showcases Xu Yang's confidence and determination but also sets the stage for the unfolding narrative.

As the story progresses, Xu Yang gradually uncovers a vast conspiracy behind the negative rumors about him. It turns out that a powerful evil spirit has been manipulating events from the shadows, attempting to tarnish Xu Yang's reputation to weaken his influence in the spectral community and secure more space for its own survival. Realizing this, Xu Yang understands that he must unveil the truth behind this conspiracy to restore his reputation and protect innocent lives.

Throughout this journey, Xu Yang faces not only challenges from spirits but also the complexities of human relationships. He collaborates with a young female journalist to investigate the incident. Initially skeptical of Xu Yang, the journalist gradually comes to admire his courage and wisdom as they endure a series of perilous events together. A budding romance quietly develops between them as they face adversity side by side.

In the end, Xu Yang successfully exposes the true nature of the evil spirit and defeats it in a fierce battle. His reputation is restored, and peace returns to the spectral community. However, Xu Yang knows that evil will never completely disappear from this world, and he must remain vigilant, continuing to guard the peace of this realm.

This Heavenly Master is a bit too arrogant.

The 110 emergency call operator was stunned.

A family dispute over inheritance?

This wasn't unheard of. Some children who hadn't visited their parents for years would suddenly reappear if they heard rumors about property or拆迁 compensation.

"Sir, please stay calm. Can you explain what happened?"

"How can I stay calm?!" Ma Long snapped, but he quickly relayed the facts: "My friend and I went to the cemetery to visit his grandpa, only to find the grave dug up and the remains stolen! We're at the Northern City Cemetery—send someone now!"

*Who would do something so deranged?*

"Sir, please keep your phone on. Officers will contact you shortly."

After hanging up, Ma Long tried to comfort Xu Yang. "Don't lose hope, man. The cops'll check the cemetery cameras. They'll catch whoever did this."

Xu Yang stood in a daze, caught between grief and disbelief.

Ma Long rambled on, "Bones are just... bones. What matters is that you remember your grandpa. He's been gone four years—it's not like the thief can hurt him now. Unless they're planning to grind his bones into *bibimbap* or something…"

Meanwhile, the female ghost hovering nearby seemed delighted. She twirled around Xu Yang before floating into the empty coffin and lying down contentedly.

Xu Yang erupted. "Get out! You haunt me all day, and now you're stealing my grandpa's coffin?!"

The ghost froze. Her hair writhed like black serpents, her blood-stained robes billowing as the temperature plummeted. A sinister wind howled through the cemetery.

Xu Yang glared back, unflinching.

After a tense moment, the ghost deflated. She drifted out of the coffin and hovered behind him, head bowed like a scolded child. Timidly, she tugged at his sleeve.

Xu Yang's anger dissolved into exhaustion. "Fine, fine. Stop acting cute. I'll buy you your own damn coffin later. This one belonged to my grandpa. Show some respect!"

Ma Long watched his friend shout at thin air, heart sinking.

*Poor Xu Yang. First hallucinations, now this trauma… Is he losing his mind?*

The police arrived swiftly—a seasoned officer and his rookie partner. After inspecting the desecrated grave, the older cop frowned. "No valuables buried. No known enemies. Why steal bones?"

His junior checked the cameras. "All nearby surveillance malfunctioned between 10–11 PM last night. No traces left."

The veteran rubbed his temples. "This wasn't some random vandal. Someone planned this meticulously."

With no leads, they could only document the scene and promise updates.

Back at his funeral supply shop, Xu Yang stared blankly at his grandfather's portrait. By 4 PM, he abruptly stood. "Ma Long. Let's drink."

They hit a nearby bar. Ma Long ordered two crates of beer, determined to drown his friend's sorrows. By nightfall, empty bottles littered their private booth. Ma Long's cousin Zhang Li and her friend joined, clinking glasses through forced cheer.

Meanwhile, at the darkened shop...

A black-clad figure smashed through a second-floor window. Masked and hat-shadowed, the intruder crept through rooms.

A TV blared in the empty lounge, playing a variety show where pop idols raced to rip name tags off each other's backs.

"Forgot to turn it off?" the intruder muttered, clicking the remote.

Behind him, the female ghost rose from the couch. Her hair slithered like living shadows, crimson dress rustling without wind.

The man froze as the temperature dropped to subzero.

Slowly, he turned—and met her glowing red eyes.

**Chapter 5: Did Someone Make Bibimbap with My Grandpa?**

Chapter 5: Did Someone Make Bibimbap with My Grandpa?