Outside the battlefield, a cool breeze brushed past—it was none other than the Listening Wind Beast, which had always been conscientiously helping cultivate the Extreme Saint Demon Fruit.
A tentacle-like vine burrowed out from underground, poking its head around as it observed everything on the field.
Lu Xuan swept his Divine Sense over it. The Demon Ghost Vine's main body was still in the Peach Forest several hundred miles away; it had merely extended a single vine over to join in the excitement.
White Ape and the others knew one another inside and out, and their strength was roughly equal. It would be hard for them to determine a victor in a short time, so after watching for a while, Lu Xuan turned and left.
Just as he was about to head to the heretical spirit field, his gaze caught sight of a familiar figure in the spirit field, and he immediately chose to descend.
A straw man with a huge lump growing on it hurried over on two long, thin legs.
"Master."
A faint spiritual thought entered Lu Xuan's sea of consciousness.
The Grass Puppet's hollow eye sockets stared fixedly at Lu Xuan, its spiritual thought carrying obvious joy.
"Why didn't you go join in the fun?"
Lu Xuan smiled and nodded, asking casually.
"Guard Spirit Field."
The Grass Puppet's faint yet firm thought entered Lu Xuan's sea of consciousness.
"Not bad, not bad."
Lu Xuan nodded and praised it.
This time, he examined it carefully and noticed the obvious changes in the Grass Puppet.
Its intelligence had clearly improved a great deal compared to before. Apart from that, the two Arrow Vines that had always hung from its shoulders seemed to have fused with the Grass Puppet, indistinguishable from one another.
"Looks like that drop of Rank 8