Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 599 - 330 Conspiracy_2

"Then speak of your plan, so we can thoroughly consider it," the God of Shadow and Conspiracy whispered low.

Seeing this, the God of Forest couldn't help but reveal a slight, triumphant smile at the corner of his mouth. The fish had finally taken the bait. He lowered his head and whispered earnestly into the other's ear.

As the Forest Deity's words entered the God of Shadow and Conspiracy's ears one by one, a look of pleasure appeared on the face of the youthful-looking Divine Spirit.

Not until their whispered conversation was over did the God of Shadow and Conspiracy say, "Indeed, this is a good idea. I won't go back on the deal we struck; just wait for the good news."

The God of Forest nodded with a smile and then left the black hall. Only after he had moved away from the shadow-covered mountains did he reveal a disdainful smile and said, "To be called the God of Conspiracy with such skill is an insult to the title. What a glorious title it is, and once it's mine, I'll show the world what a true God of Conspiracy is."

Having said this, the God of Forest opened the gate to his divine kingdom with a satisfied look and sauntered in. Everything was ready; he just needed to sit back and enjoy the show, and in the end, he would surely reap the fruits he desired.

Meanwhile, in the Shadow Palace, the God of Shadow and Conspiracy gathered his divine progeny and proclaimed his divine edict.

His offspring ruled a vast lordship; everyone within was forced to worship the God of Shadow and Conspiracy, and even more menacingly, this family controlled an assassination organization in this world.

Today, the number one bounty on the organization's list was Arthur's head. Countless Bounty Hunters, like hounds that had caught the scent of blood, began to rush from all directions, taking on the highest bounty quest and marching toward Arthur's territory.

News of this quickly reached Arthur's ears, and he asked in some surprise, "My head carries the highest bounty? Are you sure you didn't get it wrong?"

"No mistake, it's your head, Brother Arthur. Many people have taken on the task and are heading this way. I rushed here as soon as I saw the news. You better think of something quick, Brother Arthur; you know what those Bounty Hunters are like, without a shred of conscience. Who knows what they might do in the city?" Layton said hurriedly. After Arthur regained control of his territory, Layton had taken on all matters regarding intelligence.

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"As far as I'm aware, only that legendary family of Divine Blood has the authority to issue such a high bounty," Frey said with a frown.

"It must be the offspring of the God of Shadow and Conspiracy that remain in the mortal world," Arthur remarked softly.

"I never thought he would be the first to strike at me," Arthur said with a light laugh.

He knew the path he chose would inevitably lead to conflict with these Divine Spirits, as their descendants ruled the Earth and he aimed to take back those lands, which would surely lead to conflict. Yet he had not expected the first to step forward would be this deity, who was known to keep a low profile and seldom show himself in the mortal world.

"Regardless, it doesn't matter now. Since I've embarked on this path, confronting these Divine Spirits is inevitable. No need to panic. It's not like I've never faced a Divine Spirit head-on. They're just Bounty Hunters, after all. If they wish to come, let them come. My head is fixed firmly on my neck; they're welcome to try and take it," Arthur declared confidently, by now having the self-assurance to utter such words.

With the stabilization of his territory and the power of the Sword in the Stone growing stronger, it began to transform his body. Having faced the Lord and acquired the Holy Light Body, he became even more formidable. After completely assimilating his gains, his body had completely transformed and was indubitably akin to a Divine Body. If these hound-like Bounty Hunters really had the audacity to come for his head, they would likely be on a suicide mission.

Arthur's confident speech and demeanor instantly calmed those around him who were still somewhat panicked and uneasy. After all, they had all survived that terrifying ordeal, their nerves were far tougher than ordinary people's, and after the initial flurry of panic, they quickly regained their composure.

"Everyone, don't just gather around here; go on with what you need to do, the sky isn't falling." Arthur said loudly before he left with the Treasured Sword in hand.

The people around seemed to feel a strong belief emanating from him, a belief that could bring hope. As they watched Arthur's receding figure, they couldn't help but inwardly exclaim that he was indeed destined to be a King.

Unintentionally, Arthur had elevated everyone's beliefs, making the team more unified and brave.

As more and more Bounty Hunters poured into the territory, it began to thrive. These Bounty Hunters were the sort to live for the moment, indulging in wild spending upon arrival because those who lived with their heads tied to their belts might not see tomorrow.

As a result, the territory fell into a kind of abnormal prosperity, which greatly improved the situation, since many facilities in the city had been damaged by the recent storm and urgently needed funds for repair.

Standing atop a high building, Arthur looked down at the bustling streets below with a smile curving his lips and said to the Old Monk beside him, "It seems I have to thank that bounty notice. Their arrival has revitalized the territory. Do you think the Divine Spirit would be hopping mad if he knew?"

"The Divine Spirit's gaze is no longer the same as ours. I guess as long as you can be killed, it doesn't matter to him. The people below might just be a Deceptive Technique. The real threat often lurks in the shadows. Don't forget, he is the god of schemes." The Old Monk replied calmly.

Knowing Arthur's true condition, he wasn't worried about his safety. After all, the Divine Spirit himself would probably struggle to take down Arthur now, let alone these mortals.

"Looking at them, they're all waiting for the other to make the first move, truly a bunch of cowardly rats." Arthur scoffed, pointing at a few sneaky individuals below.

He was eager to battle to test the progress of his recent strength, but to his impatience, these Bounty Hunters were too patient to make a move.

"They are like rats in the shadows; this is their way of survival. Those who were rash probably have tall wild grass growing over their graves by now." The Old Monk, having once traveled the world barefoot, had seen much and understood the Bounty Hunters better than most.

Arthur nodded slightly; he knew the Old Monk was right. Despite appearing bold and fearless, in truth, these Bounty Hunters were the most cautious of men, striking at their targets only after exhaustive preparation.

"Let them contribute well to the development of the territory then. We need a group of laborers for the castle construction, and I find these men quite suitable." Arthur murmured.

Their observation was not hidden from others, so while Arthur was surveying the crowd below, the Bounty Hunters were also watching the Lord with the highest bounty on him.

Standing atop, Arthur was like a sun, seemingly radiating a dazzling light all around. Despite the distance, those with keen senses could still feel the overpowering aura emanating from him, so heavy that many of the weaker Bounty Hunters lost their will to fight upon feeling it.

This was no longer a power of the same level. For the most cautious Bounty Hunters, many had already decided to back off. Of course, for some with high skills and great courage, Arthur's strength only spurred their desire to win, making them even more eager to claim Arthur's head,