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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 39: The Veiled Realm of Mount Lü**

The afternoon sun filtered through the funeral shop's dusty windows as Xu Yang rose to greet the visitors. "Uncle, Auntie... Ghosts at the construction site? What happened?"

Ma Long's parents, familiar faces from years of friendship, exchanged uneasy glances. They knew Xu Yang ran a funeral business but never imagined him as an actual ghostbuster—until their son's frantic calls that morning.

Ma Zhongguo, Ma Long's father, rubbed his bandaged temple. "It started a week ago... Workers reported a red-dressed specter floating past windows. Now accidents happen nightly—men shoved into latrines, dirt choking throats... No injuries yet, but the crew's terrified." His voice cracked. "If this delays completion... bankruptcy..."

Xu Yang listened intently. Red garments in ghost lore often signaled vengeful spirits, but he recalled the ghost queen's words: *"Red cloth doesn't make a demon."*

"Uncle Ma, I'll investigate tonight," Xu Yang promised, declining the thick stack of cash offered, taking only two hundred yuan—ritual propriety demanded payment, even symbolic.

As dusk fell, Xu Yang prepped talismans upstairs. The ghost queen materialized beside takeout containers, sniffing braised pork. "You want my help with this 'red ghost'?"

"Just backup," Xu Yang grinned. "In case it's—"

"Lazy." She vaporized, voice echoing from the TV: *"My drama's climaxing. You've got my essence mark. Handle it."*

A crimson sigil glowed on Xu Yang's palm—ghost king's protection.

Meanwhile, far south along the Min River's misty banks, Daoist Chen trekked toward an invisible boundary. Murmuring incantations, he stepped through rippling air—revealing Mount Lü's hidden realm.

Tiered pavilions clung to cloud-wrapped peaks, their vermilion pillars carved with serpentine dragons. This was the heart of Lüshan Dao's "Red Head" sect, bastion of Lady Chen Jinggu's lineage.

"Elder Chen!" Novices bowed as he stormed into the Hall of Three Ladies. Before the gilt statues of the Maternal Sages, he slammed a jade tablet inscribed with Xu Yang's name.

"The **Taishang Jingming Seal** resurfaces! Mobilize the—"

Thunder cracked. The tablet split, oozing black smoke.

Back at the construction site, Xu Yang froze. The sigil on his palm burned icy-hot—a warning.

Ma Long's flashlight beam trembled across half-poured concrete pillars. "You sure about this, Old Xu? That ghost queen's mark really works?"

Before Xu Yang could answer, blood-red silk unfurled from the shadows. A giggle echoed—not from ahead, but *behind them*.

The workers' abandoned tools rose midair, blades glinting crimson.