Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Lu Ren pulled Ji Juechen across the courtyard and around the corridor.

Then he stopped at a spot where Ji Juechen's expression gradually froze.

His eye twitched.

Why did you bring him to the toilet entrance?

The faint scent wafted out from under the door, causing Ji Juechen to wrinkle his nose slightly.

He turned his head and stared blankly at Lu Ren:

"Why did you bring me to the restroom?"

Lu Ren released his shoulder, turned around to face him, and the smile on his face faded, replaced by a seriousness that Ji Juechen found familiar.

"I'm doing this for your own good, brother."

Lu Ren patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"I recently grasped a new way to use my mental power. As you know, my martial soul is closely related to my mental power, and I awaken some new abilities with each breakthrough."

"So this time my ability is a bit special, and I need someone to help me test how effective it is."

Ji Juechen's expression changed instantly.

The moment he heard the words "experimental ability," his previously bewildered eyes were replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

He took a step back, placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, clenched his fingers, and the silver-white longsword was drawn with a "clang," its tip aimed at Lu Ren.

The strange smell of the toilet, the inexplicable location, and the questioning about how he was knocked unconscious—he forgot about all of that.

As long as there are strong opponents to fight, and as long as new abilities can be demonstrated, nothing else matters.

"No problem." Ji Juechen's voice regained its characteristic focus. "Let's spar."

Lu Ren looked into his eyes, which were burning with fighting spirit, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This guy, the moment you mention anything related to battle, his mind goes completely blank.

"Okay, then you'd better catch it."

Lu Ren coughed a few times, feigning seriousness, then raised his right hand and covered his mouth with his palm.

His movements were slow, as if he was preparing some powerful move.

The air around him seemed to grow heavy with his movements.

Ji Juechen was completely focused, gripping the sword with both hands, the tip pointing directly at Lu Ren.

His legs were slightly apart, his center of gravity lowered, and sword intent began to gather around his body.

No matter what power Lu Ren is about to unleash, he must do his best to block it.

Then he saw Lu Ren lower his hand from his mouth.

The mouth reappeared, but its current appearance caused Ji Juechen's pupils to suddenly contract.

Lu Ren's mouth stretched to the sides, and his lips parted slightly.

On either side of the wide-open mouth, a pair of symmetrical lines appeared.

Those were two black runes resembling snake eyes.

Between his open lips, in the center of his tongue, a clearly visible inverted triangular fang pattern.

This is the external manifestation of the incantation being activated: the incantation markings of snake eyes and fangs.

"This is……"

Ji Juechen frowned deeply; he had never seen such an ability before.

This doesn't seem like the use of spirit rings or spirit skills, nor does it seem like the use of spirit bone power...

It wasn't even any kind of soul skill release method he was familiar with.

Those snake eyes and fangs exuded a strange feeling that was completely different from the power system of Douluo Continent.

Before he could react, Lu Ren spoke:

"Go take a dump!!!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Juechen's mind completely went blank.

"...???"

What did he hear?

Do you need to poop?

What is the name of this move?

Before he could even confirm whether he had misheard, unfortunately, there wasn't enough time for Ji Juechen to think any further.

He felt a strong and irresistible physiological urge explode from deep within his lower abdomen.

The sensation came on extremely suddenly, like someone had detonated a bomb inside my intestines.

The gurgling sounds came from his stomach, so clear that even Lu Ren opposite him could hear them clearly.

Ji Juechen's face turned deathly pale instantly.

His legs involuntarily squeezed together, his knees bent slightly, and his gluteal muscles tightened desperately.

The hand holding the sword began to tremble, and the tip of the sword could no longer remain steady, drawing chaotic arcs in the air.

The sword intent that had just been formed vanished like a burst bubble.

He completely forgot about sword intent and duels between powerful figures.

Now, his world consists of only one thought, an incredibly strong, overwhelming thought.

That is liberation!

Let loose and have fun!!!

"You, you..."

Ji Juechen's lips trembled as he stared intently at Lu Ren with an incredulous look.

In those eyes, the fighting spirit had long since vanished, replaced by shock, shame, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal—the feeling of being stabbed in the back by one's most trusted comrade.

But the body doesn't lie.

The urge to churn inside my intestines grew stronger and stronger; my sphincter was issuing its final protest—if I didn't leave now, it would be too late!

Therefore, Ji Juechen no longer cared about his image, the dignity of a swordsman, or even questioning Lu Ren about what he had done to him.

He turned around abruptly and rushed into the toilet in a disheveled manner that would never be seen on a normal day.

Then the door was slammed shut.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of intense release came from inside.

Lu Ren stood outside the door, the snake-eye curse marks on the corners of his mouth slowly fading, and the fang marks on his tongue gradually disappeared.

He blinked, looking at the closed toilet door and listening to the sounds coming from inside. His expression changed from anticipation to satisfaction, and then from satisfaction to感慨 (a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret and reflection).

"The effect is so good!"

He murmured to himself, his tone full of sincere admiration.

"That seems to be a powerful spell; it really works."

He only did it as an experiment, using Ji Juechen as a test.

When incantations are used on targets whose cultivation level is higher than one's own, their effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and one may even suffer a backlash.

Ji Juechen is a level 63 Soul Emperor, whose cultivation is more than a whole major realm higher than his, yet the effect is still immediate.

"It seems that the command 'Go to shit' can be considered a type of strong control soul skill, and since it doesn't involve any substantial harm to the body, it only induces pre-existing physiological needs..."

"So its intensity is far lower than commands like 'Don't move,' but its power is still considerable, at least its effect is very good. I estimate that even a Soul Douluo or a Title Douluo might be affected by me, right? Even if they only feel a slight sensation, it's still a gain."

"Won't using incantations on me now become an unscrupulous form of magic?"

"If morality has no bottom line, then wouldn't I be...?"

Lu Ren couldn't help but let out a few strange laughs.

Incantations, aren't they amazing?

A moment later, the toilet door was pushed open.

Ji Juechen walked out, pulling up his pants and with a dark expression.

His steps were much more steady than when he went in, but the expression on his face was no different from that of a resentful woman.

Those eyes were filled with resentment at being teased, and a hint of barely concealed curiosity.

Ji Juechen silently walked up to Lu Ren and stared intently at him.

Lu Ren spread his hands, shrugged, and looked as innocent as a white lotus flower.

"See? I told you, I brought you here for your own good."

"Would I, your brother, harm you? To prevent you from soiling your pants, I even brought you to the toilet door so you could have time to relieve yourself."

Ji Juechen: "..."

This was the first time in his life that he felt fighting was such a boring and tedious thing, as disgusting as chewing a candle!