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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.

Xu Yang and the female ghost stared at each other through the dim light - or rather, he stared at the curtain of black hair obscuring her face. The ghost floated closer, prodding Ma Long's unconscious form with a pale foot protruding from her crimson dress. Bloody characters materialized in the air: *"Did I kill him?"*

"Just fainted from shock." Xu Yang hoisted his friend's plump body. "Strange... He couldn't see you before. How now?"

The ghost's hair rippled as she shook her head, writing: *"I remain veiled. Only celestial warriors or divine cultivators should perceive me thus. Curious..."*

As Xu Yang recounted Ma Long's underwater wrestling match with the river ghost, spectral fingers traced glowing yin patterns over the unconscious man. *"Ah! Primordial Yin Constitution!"* she scrawled excitedly. *"Rare among mortals! Suppresses weak spirits but attracts powerful ones like moths to flame!"*

"Yin Constitution?" Xu Yang deposited Ma Long on his bed, suddenly grinning. "Perfect! He'll attract ghosts, I'll capture them! Teamwork!"

Crimson letters flared angrily: *"Fool! This body breeds yin energy that consumes essence and vitality! Three years at most before he becomes a city-destroying wraith!"*

Xu Yang's smile died. "There must be a cure!"

*"Netherworld cultivation methods could harness this,"* the ghost wrote. *"But those arts vanished when the underworld sealed six centuries ago. Unless..."* Her ethereal fingers paused dramatically. *"We find surviving ghost officials or Yin Gatewalkers who traverse realms."*

"Ghost officials? Like underworld bureaucrats?" Xu Yang's eyes narrowed. "And where exactly—"

Tires screeched outside. The ghost phased through the wall, returning moments later scribbling furiously: *"The grave robber! His stench lingers near western suburbs!"*

Xu Yang grabbed his peachwood sword. "Time to collect Grandpa's bones." He paused, noticing the ghost vibrating excitedly in the driver's seat of Ma Long's BMW. *"I've always wanted to drive!"* her blood-writing confessed.

As the engine roared to life, spectral laughter echoed through the funeral shop. On the bed, Ma Long twitched - his unconscious mind registering the horror of being chauffeured by a hair-obscured ghost in a luxury sedan.

Chapter 27: My Brother's Gonna Kick the Bucket?