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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 suffocation intensified. The water ghost thrashed desperately, summoning underwater currents to break free from Xu Yang's grip. Yet all efforts proved futile. Murky Yellow River water flooded her rotting airways, triggering violent coughs.

"Cough... Impossible!" she rasped, pus-filled eyes bulging. "How... cough... can you control water better than me?!"

Xu Yang tightened his grip on her ankle, dragging them deeper into the abyss. The system notifications chimed incessantly in his mind: "Ding! Water ghost terrified. +10 Virtue Points. Water Manipulation +1."

By the time they hit the riverbed, Xu Yang's water control had reached mastery. He laughed coldly, the water transmitting his voice crystal clear: "This is poetic justice - a water ghost drowning in her own element!"

The specter resorted to her last trick. Yin energy swirled as she transformed into a stunning maiden, batting eyelashes seductively: "Daoist brother, surely we can-"

Xu Yang's peachwood sword stabbed through her illusion, burning away half her face with pure yang energy. "Ugly bitch! You dare disgust me?" he roared, seeing through the glamour to the pus-oozing horror beneath.

Meanwhile ashore, Ma Long knelt weeping at the water's edge. "Old Xu! Come back!" His trembling fingers dialed 110: "Help! My friend's been dragged under by a ghost at the corpse fishing spot!"

Headlights pierced the darkness. A black SUV screeched to a halt. Two figures emerged - a smirking young man and a stern-faced woman in tactical gear.

"Save your breath," the woman interrupted Ma Long's call. Her companion stripped off his jacket, but she blocked him: "Are you suicidal? That's a mature water spirit down there!"

As Ma Long frantically explained the situation, the duo's eyes widened at the "mouth-to-mouth resuscitation" detail. The man paled: "You... kissed a corpse-ghost?"

Before Ma Long could respond, the river exploded. The water ghost burst forth, ectoplasmic flesh melting as she screeched: "Help! Someone save me!" - a twisted parody of her earlier victim act.

The surface erupted again. Xu Yang shot up like a torpedo, laughing maniacally as he rode a waterspout: "Running won't save you, little bride!" His peachwood sword gleamed with imprisoned yin energy, the river itself coiling around the fleeing specter like liquid shackles.

The tactical woman's jaw dropped. "That's... reverse possession? He's using the ghost's own energy against it!" Her companion collapsed to his knees, muttering: "We're witnessing either a genius... or a demon."

Chapter 25: You Can't Escape, Little Lady!