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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.

"Your livestreams all follow scripts?"

"Of course! How else would we stream?"

Flipping through the stapled A4 pages labeled "script," Xu Yang asked curiously, "When Peach's shoulder strap broke during that dance stream... was that scripted too?"

The cameraman chuckled without answering.

He outlined the "haunted school" backstory from the script. "We'll go live at midnight. Hide in the third-grade classroom... When we enter, jump out with this."

He retrieved a costume adorned with jingling bells and a high-quality latex demon mask from the car.

"Perform well and Peach will pay you 1,000," the cameraman urged, checking his watch. "Three minutes left—get in position!"

Dressed in the eerie ensemble, Xu Yang crept toward the rear classrooms. Moonlight sliced through broken windows, illuminating charred walls in the fourth-grade room—ground zero of the tragedy.

A bone-chilling draft seeped from the classroom. Xu Yang's cultivated senses detected lingering yin energy. "The rumors are true..."

In the adjacent storage room, he found a rusted coal hammer. "Perfect prop for scaring viewers!"

As midnight approached, Xu Yang crouched in the third-grade classroom, watching Peach's livestream on his phone. Filtered to perfection, the streamer swayed before the camera, cleavage glistening under artificial lighting.

"Family! We're at the infamous Dawa Elementary!" Peach's breathy voice trembled with manufactured fear. "Midnight approaches—when the veil between worlds thins!"

Footsteps echoed through decaying corridors as the crew "investigated" each room. Xu Yang gripped his hammer, ready to pounce.

Suddenly, childish recitations drifted from the fourth-grade classroom:

_"Viewing Mount Lu horizontally becomes ridges, vertically peaks..."_

Xu Yang froze. "Clever sound effects—wait, there's no speaker system here!"

In the corridor, Peach's silicone-enhanced chest heaved dramatically. "D-did you hear that?" she whispered to her ashen-faced assistant.

Before they could react, the poetry morphed into a nursery rhyme:

_"Little conch shell, beeping away..."_

The assistant stammered, "M-must be the actor's doing..."

As the haunting children's chorus crescendoed, Xu Yang's hammer slipped from sweaty palms. Script pages fluttered to the floor—this wasn't part of the plan.

Unseen in the fourth-grade classroom, four shadowy figures hunched over scorched desks, their singed uniforms glowing faintly. A fifth silhouette stood at the charcoal-blackened chalkboard, skeletal finger tracing the lyrics to a half-remembered song.

### Chapter 14: The Little Conch Shell, Beeping Away!