The Spirit Measuring Stone lay dim and lifeless in his hand, showing no reaction whatsoever. The people around him cried out, telling Ronglin to get out. Some even picked up whatever was nearby and threw it at him.
"Hmm?" Ronglin paid them no mind. He held the Spirit Measuring Stone in his palm and examined it carefully, discovering that it was indeed continuously shattering every trace of Spiritual Pressure that approached it rather than absorbing it.
If it kept destroying Spiritual Pressure, then injecting Spiritual Pressure into it could never make it light up. That meant the three people who had been dragged out were very likely innocent.
But if it shattered Spiritual Pressure, how had Qiuyeqi made it light up? Ronglin turned to look at Qiuyeqi, his gaze settling on Qiuyeqi's left wrist. The problem was probably with that wristguard.
"What are you looking at?" Qiuyeqi was displeased by Ronglin's stare. He sneered, "Since you can't make the Spirit Measuring Stone light up, then return it to me and get out on your own! At least you'll leave with some dignity!"
Many people in the testing grounds burst into loud laughter. Seeing Ronglin's tattered clothes, they had long since been unable to hold themselves back.
Ronglin slowly raised the Spirit Measuring Stone in his hand. "This is fake. It isn't a Spirit Measuring Stone at all!"
The surroundings abruptly fell silent. Everyone stared at Ronglin in surprise, not knowing why he had suddenly said that.
"What did you say?" Qiuyeqi's expression did not change, and he remained perfectly composed. "Is a loser unwilling to accept being eliminated? You actually dare to question something borrowed from the Shihoin family. If this isn't a Spirit Measuring Stone, then what is it?"
Ronglin rather admired Qiuyeqi's composure. If this guy had lived