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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.

**Chapter 37: Just a Ghost? What's the Big Deal!**

The patrol car tailed the spectral taxi through neon-lit streets. Officer Wang's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "Your friend's really okay in there?"

Xu Yang stared at the shimmering license plate ahead. "His constitution suppresses weak spirits. That driver's harmless... probably."

Inside the taxi, Ma Long's breath fogged the window despite the lack of AC. The driver hummed an off-key tune, rotten fingers tapping the wheel.

Xu Yang's text flashed: **[Driver's a ghost! Stay calm!]**

Ma Long's thumbs flew: **[NO SHIT???]**

The taxi glided to a stop outside a half-built apartment complex. Ma Long tumbled out, shouting over his shoulder: "Keep the change!" He sprinted past construction barriers where his father sat bandaged in a makeshift office.

The elder Ma waved off concern. "Tripped on rebar. Nothing serious." But the workers clustered outside told another story - pale faces illuminated by emergency lights, tools abandoned in muddy trenches.

"Third accident this week," a foreman muttered. "Concrete mixer started itself... Fresh footprints in wet cement... Voices in the elevator shaft..."

Ma Long's mother trembled. "The night watchman quit after seeing... *something* in Tower B."

Chaos erupted as a young worker stumbled in, pants half-buttoned. "I-I saw it! White dress! No face!" He collapsed sobbing. "Pay us! Let us leave!"

Ma Long slammed his palm on the blueprint table. **"Everyone shut up!"** The trailer shook. **"What's all this fuss? It's just a fucking ghost!"**

He yanked open a tool cabinet, grabbing a sledgehammer and flashlight. **"I'll catch the little bastard myself!"**

Three blocks away, the ghost taxi idled at a red light. Xu Yang watched through binoculars as the driver helped an elderly lady with groceries.

"Not evil," Xu Yang mused. "Then why haunt a cab?"

The spectral driver suddenly stiffened. His decaying face snapped toward the construction site. With a screeching U-turn, the taxi rocketed back the way it came.

Tower B's elevator shaft echoed with Ma Long's off-key singing: *"We are the champions—"*

A porcelain-faced girl in burial dress materialized upside-down from the ceiling. Ma Long's flashlight revealed empty eye sockets crawling with centipedes.

**"Found you!"** He swung the sledgehammer through her torso. The specter dissipated with a shriek.

**"Hah!"** Ma Long wiped sweat. "Told you it was noth—"

Dozens of pale hands erupted from the concrete walls.