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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.

"Three realms through half-day cultivation?

Through... through sheer willpower?"

The female ghost's spectral form flickered as she processed this modern linguistic absurdity. After two weeks haunting the living world, she'd grown accustomed to mortal speech patterns - and recognized naked bravado when she saw it.

Regaining composure, crimson characters materialized: [How?]

Xu Yang glanced at his depleted virtue points interface. "Natural talent, I suppose."

Internally, his mind raced. The system's mechanics were clear - fear generated virtue points. If standard ghost-scaring tactics failed...

"My innate gifts are lacking," he lamented aloud. "At this rate, recovering Grandfather's remains might take lifetimes..."

Mid-sentence, he lunged toward the couch. Before the ghost could react, Xu Yang dropped trou with theatrical flair. "BEHOLD! FEAR THIS!"

The spectral woman froze. Three blood-red exclamation marks burned through the air:

Arctic chill swept through the room. Xu Yang scrambled to cover himself, face burning crimson as he stumbled downstairs.

"Damn it!" He hissed through clenched teeth. "Wrong intimidation approach!"

After devouring a steaming bowl of mala tang to soothe wounded pride, Xu Yang returned to his investigation. The security footage Detective Wang had shown...

"PeachSis's livestream archive..."

He navigated to the platform, only to find the June 18th cemetery broadcast scrubbed - "Content Violation" stamped across the thumbnail. Too convenient.

1. Press Detective Wang for the license plate details he'd clearly uncovered.

2. Track down the streamer PeachSis for raw footage.

The detective proved immovable. "Special departments handle these matters," came the clipped response before the line died.

Special departments? Xu Yang snorted. Since when did civil servants manage the supernatural?

PeachSis's live notification pinged. The camera showed her in a moving vehicle, addressing viewers:

"Tonnights destination—abandoned mountain school! Rumor says children's laughter still echoes from the 1997 fire..."

Xu Yang's pulse quickened. Yuzhen Town. Where this entire nightmare began.

Forum posts painted grim details—four students and a teacher perished in flames. Subsequent reports of chalkboard sounds in moonlit ruins. Perfect hunting ground for virtue points.

But methodology remained problematic. Flashing ghosts clearly didn't work. How else to induce spectral fear?

He stared at the peachwood sword displayed behind grandfather's memorial portrait. Maybe traditional methods held merit after all.

"PeachSis! Need to talk about your deleted cemetery stream!"

"URGENT—related to missing bodies!"

The broadcast continued uninterrupted. Xu Yang grabbed car keys. If digital outreach failed, he'd intercept the streamer personally.

Somewhere upstairs, the female ghost materialized, observing through parted hair. Three qi refinement layers glimmered around the foolish mortal—dangerously inadequate for what awaited in those mountains.

[Fool.] Her silent judgment hung heavy. [You court death.]

Yet spectral feet followed mortal footsteps into the night.

### Chapter 12: How to Scare Ghosts? (Please Keep Reading!)