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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 empty villa echoed with silence.

Ma Long tossed and turned in bed, fragments of last night's horrors replaying in his mind—the Yellow River ghost, the crimson-clad specter in Xu Yang's shop. He'd stumbled home at 3 AM, only finding solace when sunlight pierced his curtains at dawn.

In nightmares, he plummeted through endless darkness, crashing into a hellscape where skeletal claws tore at his flesh.

He awoke screaming, drenched in cold sweat. Sunset hues painted the walls. A doorbell rang.

Opening the door, Ma Long froze. Wang Lin and Bai Wei stood there, flashing badges. "Mr. Ma? Owner of license plate Ning C:AR598?"

Inside, Wang Lin played surveillance footage: his BMW careening through red lights, driver's seat eerily empty. Ma Long's throat tightened. "That's... my car? How?"

The agents pointed at blurred figures—the passenger seat's pixelated shape, and a shadowy figure at the crash site. "Recognize them?"

Ma Long's pulse quickened. The silhouette matched Xu Yang's build perfectly. "N-no," he lied.

After their departure, Ma Long dialed frantically: "Old Xu! Did you total my BMW?!"

At the funeral shop, Xu Yang slurped noodles while the ghost queen hovered nearby, eyeing her takeout box suspiciously. "New car. Promise." He waved chopsticks. "More urgent matters—your Primordial Yin Constitution."

Ma Long arrived trembling, peering upstairs where crimson fabric drifted. "She... watches TV?"

"Modern ghosts have hobbies." Xu Yang smirked. "Your constitution's rare. With proper cultivation..."

Their conversation halted as Officer Wang entered in civvies. "Your plan?"

Xu Yang checked his phone. "Simple—we wait."

The "borrowed" taxi idled near the driver's apartment. Xu Yang crouched in backseat shadows, ghost queen beside him. Tires screeched as spectral energy flooded the cabin.

A translucent figure materialized behind the wheel—Lao Ma's ghost, face half-rotted. The engine roared to life.

"Now!" Xu Yang's talisman flashed. Yin chains snapped around the spirit.

The ghost cabbie howled, ectoplasm dissolving. "Why haunt your old taxi?"

Lao Ma's voice rasped: "Unfinished business... My daughter's medical bills..."

Xu Yang's grip slackened. Even in death, parental love persisted.

Dawn approached as Xu Yang returned home. The ghost queen hovered by the stairs, characters glowing: *"You spared him?"*

"Some ghosts deserve peace." He glanced upstairs. "Unlike certain troublemakers."

She huffed, hair whipping his face before vanishing. Xu Yang touched his cheek—where spectral strands had brushed like silk.

**Chapter 35: Ambush at Dawn!**

Chapter 35: Ambush at Dawn!