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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.

When the TV turned off, the room plunged into darkness.

The faint orange glow of streetlights seeped through the windows, casting eerie shadows. The female ghost seethed with rage.

She'd been waiting all day for her favorite reality show segment—the part where the pretty-boy idols ripped name tags off each other's backs. Even Xu Yang never interrupted her TV time!

Her blood-red dress billowed as her hair writhed like venomous snakes, lengthening unnaturally. The temperature plummeted, frost creeping across the walls.

The masked intruder couldn't see her, but he sensed the malevolent energy. Pressing himself against the wall, he hissed, "What filthy spirit dares challenge me? Show yourself!"

When no answer came, he spat blood onto a yellow talisman and chanted:

"By the decree of Taiyi, Lord of Life—reveal the unclean!"

The talisman ignited… only to be snuffed out by a swirl of crimson fabric. The ghost's dress lashed like a whip, hurling the man through the shattered window. He crashed onto the sidewalk below, coughing blood.

"A *red-robed vengeful spirit*?!" he gasped, scrambling to flee. "Since when does Wu City harbor such demons?!"

The ghost watched him flee, lips curling in disdain.

With a flick of her wrist, the TV blinked back on. She curled up on the couch, giggles echoing as idols tumbled comically on-screen.

"More wine!" Xu Yang slurred, sprawled across a velvet couch.

Ma Long, barely coherent, slurred, "N-no more… you'll die…" He shoved a wad of cash at his cousin Zhang Li. "Get… get him home…"

The two women half-dragged Xu Yang to his funeral shop. Fumbling for keys, Zhang Li's friend Yu Xiao froze mid-search.

"Li-jie…" she whispered, eyes widening. "*It's huge.*"

Zhang Li smirked. "Drunk as he is… why not have some fun?"

They hauled him upstairs, hands roaming greedily over his toned physique—until a glacial wind choked the room.

What they saw wasn't the ghost, but a hallucination of hell itself: skeletal claws raking their flesh, infernal flames licking their skin. Shrieking, they fled into the night, leaving their purses behind.

The ghost materialized, tilting her head at Xu Yang's exposed body.

—and recoiled when Xu Yang suddenly rolled over, pinning her spectral form to the couch.

"N-no!" The fearsome ghost-king who'd terrified exorcists moments ago now flailed like a panicked maiden. "Don't… don't undress me—!"

She dissolved into mist, fleeing to the rooftop.

Downstairs, Xu Yang mumbled in his sleep. A cheerful chime echoed in his mind:

**[Female ghost thoroughly frightened. Merit Points +100.]**

**Chapter 6: Ding! Merit Points +100!**

Chapter 6: Ding! Merit Points +100!