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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 40: Fashion for the Ghost Sister!**

Above the mist-shrouded peaks of Mount Lü, Daoist Chen strode into a grand temple. The hall enshrined towering statues of Xu Xun, the "Divine Merit True Lord," flanked by smaller effigies of the Three Lady Mothers—legendary exorcists worshipped by the Lüshan Sect.

Before the statues knelt an elderly Daoist, his aura harmonizing with the surrounding void. "Master," Chen bowed deeply. "The Jingming Seal remains elusive. Xu Zhiyuan's grave held only decoy bones... and his home is guarded by a Ghost King."

The elder's eyes glinted. "Xu Zhiyuan reached the Divine Realm decades ago. His 'death' is but a ruse." He waved a skeletal hand. "We await the Sect Assembly. The Seal **will** return to Lüshan."

"These... these are clothes?" The ghost queen hovered skeptically as Xu Yang snipped yellow paper into intricate shapes. "This 'bra' barely covers anything! How is this wearable?"

Xu Yang grinned, holding up his origami lingerie. "This is modern fashion! Think of it as... upgraded undergarments. Like your Ming Dynasty bellybands but... liberating!"

"Shameless!" The ghost's translucent cheeks flushed crimson. Yet curiosity overcame propriety as she examined the black-dyed paper stockings. "Why color them?"

"No reason." Xu Yang coughed, hiding his "black stockings enthusiast" tendencies. "Try them on!"

After much coaxing, the ghost vanished into the bedroom. Minutes later, she emerged—white crop top hugging her curves, sheer stockings accenting phantom legs. Her hair cascaded in a ponytail, centuries-old dignity warring with modern allure.

"Well?" She fidgeted, avoiding his stare.

Xu Yang's jaw hit the floor. "You... uh... look very... *contemporary*."

"Liar." She flicked his forehead, but a smile betrayed her pleasure. "Five hundred years since new robes... thank you."

At the construction site, workers clustered nervously as Xu Yang arrived. The moment he stepped past the gates—

"Ghost is startled. Virtue Points +30!"

Xu Yang froze. *The target's already spooked?*

Ma Long jogged over, flashlight trembling. "Old Xu! The ghost showed up early—it's in Tower 3!"

A blood-curdling shriek echoed from the unfinished high-rise. Concrete dust rained down as phantom laughter reverberated through steel girders.

Xu Yang gripped his talismans, the ghost queen's sigil burning cold on his palm. "Let's give our red-dressed friend a proper welcome."

Deep within Mount Lü's hidden realm, Daoist Chen unrolled an ancient scroll. Crimson characters glowed—a summoning array for the "Three Ladies' Wrath."

The ground quaked as divine shadows stirred. Xu Yang's name pulsed like a bleeding wound across the parchment.