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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.

Yang Yin stood frozen in the stairwell.

*The master keeps a Ghost King at home... and their relationship seems... complicated?*

*Did she get jealous seeing me with him?*

Her gossiping spirit ignited momentarily before survival instincts kicked in. *A Ghost King could squash me like a bug! Protect the coffin later—escape first!*

She turned to flee but hit an invisible barrier at the doorway. The Ghost King's will held her captive.

Upstairs, Xu Yang stood awkwardly as Liu Shishi (the ghost queen) floated to the sofa, TV remote in hand. Her cold voice cut through the silence: "You've learned new skills. Progressed in cultivation too."

"**Poetess Liu**," she corrected icily, eyes glued to a shopping channel.

Xu Yang cleared his throat. "Poetess, it's not what you think. She's homeless—"

"Your house, your rules." Liu Shishi's spectral hair lashed like storm clouds. "Why explain to me?"

Yang Yin's timid voice interrupted: "Great One, don't blame the master! This lowly one has nowhere else..." She mimed wiping nonexistent tears. "If you dislike my presence, I'll vanish into the night!"

Xu Yang's eye twitched. *A民国绿茶 ghost? Since when do specters master manipulative arts?*

To his surprise, Liu Shishi softened. "Your name? Age? Cause of death?"

"Yang Yin. Born 1910, died 1932." The red ghost sniffled. "Father was a merchant. Refused forced marriage to a warlord... took poison."

Liu Shishi's aura warmed. "I perished similarly. Ming Dynasty—father framed by rivals. Rather than become a courtesan, I chose death."

The two ghosts clasped hands, bonding over tragic backstories. Xu Yang watched incredulously as they transitioned from territorial standoff to sisterly affection.

Later, over instant noodles (which Yang Yin "ate" by inhaling vapor trails), Xu Yang raised an eyebrow. "Poetess... if your family was purged, where'd your burial treasures come from? Raided tombs don't leave jewelry."

Liu Shishi froze. The TV blared an infomercial as spectral energy crackled.

Yang Yin's chopsticks clattered. *Oh no...*

"Stole them," the ghost queen admitted finally. "From the eunuch who orchestrated our downfall. Buried his head in my coffin too—wanted to piss on it daily."

Xu Yang choked on his noodles. *Note to self: Never ask a Ming noblewoman about her shopping habits.*

Outside, thunder rumbled—whether from the gathering storm or a certain vengeful eunuch's lingering wrath, none could say.

**Chapter 45: Your Family Was Purged—Where Did the Burial Goods Come From?**

Chapter 45: Your Family Was Purged—Where Did the Burial Goods Come From?