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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 44: Ghost Sister, Let Me Explain!**

Xu Yang's intervention swiftly resolved the standoff.

Ma Long's parents watched him with newfound reverence. Though they'd always treated him as a junior, there was now an unspoken awe in their eyes.

Ma Zhongguo quickly summoned workers to cut through the concrete. The crew hesitated, trembling at the thought of angering the ghost.

"Don't worry," Xu Yang reassured. "You're helping her return home. She won't harm you."

As power tools whirred, the ghost nervously bit her translucent fingers. "Careful! Don't scratch my golden nanmu coffin!"

The workers froze at her disembodied voice.

Xu Yang raised an eyebrow. "Golden nanmu? You came from wealth."

"Naturally!" The ghost preened. "My family were merchants for generations. I even studied abroad!"

When the intricately carved coffin emerged, the ghost threw herself protectively over it. "This is my home! Touch it and I'll—"

"If I wanted your coffin, I'd have destroyed you already," Xu Yang interrupted dryly.

Arranging transportation, Xu Yang had the priceless coffin loaded onto a truck. The ghost phased inside, clinging to her earthly possession like a mother hen.

Back at the funeral shop, Ma Long knocked on Xu Yang's car window. "You're really taking her home? What about... you know... *the other one*?"

Xu Yang's smile faltered. The ghost queen's icy glare flashed in his mind.

Midnight shadows clung to the funeral parlor as Xu Yang unrolled the shutter. A bone-chilling yin wind greeted them—the ghost queen hovered on the stairs, her crimson dress billowing without breeze.

Yang Yin (the red ghost) turned to stone. "*G-g-ghost King...*"

Before Xu Yang could speak, the spectral monarch vanished upstairs.

"Ghost Sister! Let me explain!" Xu Yang bounded after her, leaving Yang Yin quaking in the doorway.

Upstairs, the ghost queen's hair lashed like angry serpents. Crimson characters burned across the walls: ***"Bringing home strays now? Should I prepare a dog bed?"***

Xu Yang raised his hands placatingly. "She's temporary! Just until her reburial!"

***"Liar."*** The characters flared. ***"You want to collect us like porcelain dolls!"***

From downstairs, Yang Yin's whimper floated up: "I-I can sleep in my coffin! Really!"

The ghost queen's glare could freeze hell. Xu Yang's Virtue Points counter began rapidly ticking upward as the two ghosts' mutual terror fed the system.

*"Dual Ghost Panic. Virtue Points +100 per second."*

Xu Yang hid a grin. This arrangement might be more profitable than he'd imagined.