Douluo Continent: Thunder Roar

Wang Dong'er's gaze swept across the room with a critical look, finally settling on Ling Yu. Her voice was clear and crisp, yet carried an undeniable sense of distance and a commanding tone:

"You're the other one in this dorm? My name is Wang Dong." She began with a simple, condescending self-introduction, her tone as if declaring ownership of her territory. Then, without waiting for Ling Yu's response, she raised a long, slender, white finger, her tone decisive, as if proclaiming an inviolable law:

"Since we'll be living together from now on, there are a few rules you need to remember."

"First, you're not allowed to bring anyone back to the dorm. I need peace and quiet and don't like being disturbed by irrelevant people."

"Second," he said, raising his second finger, "you are not allowed to be naked in the dormitory and annoy people. Pay attention to your image."

"Third, you are not allowed to snore at night. I am a light sleeper and am easily woken up."

"Fourth," she said, looking directly into Ling Yu's eyes, "don't disturb me. When I'm cultivating or resting, don't talk to me or make any noise."

"Fifth, from now on, you'll be responsible for cleaning the dorm room and keeping it tidy every day." She paused, pointing to her bed, "But you're not allowed to touch my bed or my personal belongings. Understand?"

The five conditions are clearly laid out, covering everything from interpersonal relationships and personal habits to the division of responsibilities. They encompass all the aspects that could potentially cause "trouble" that she could think of, fully reflecting her spoiled, self-centered personality and lack of experience in collective living. At the same time, they also carry a kind of awkwardness in her eagerness to establish a controllable order in an unfamiliar environment.

Ling Yu listened quietly as she finished speaking, without showing any of the emotions Wang Dong had expected—no embarrassment, no anger, no attempt to argue, not even a furrowed brow.

As expected, she is the willful and capricious daughter of the God King. Fortunately, I will move out after the eldest son devours the Sea God's divine consciousness from your body.

Having anticipated this, Ling Yu not only didn't get angry, but a very faint, almost imperceptible smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He gently shook his head and said in a calm, unangry voice:

"I'm sorry, Wang Dong."

He looked directly into Wang Dong's pinkish-blue eyes, which furrowed instantly at his rejection, revealing obvious displeasure, and continued:

"I'm afraid I can't grant your requests."

Wang Dong's pink lips immediately tightened, a hint of surprise and even more dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected the other party to refuse so decisively.

But Ling Yu didn't give her a chance to lash out. His tone remained as calm as ever, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact that had nothing to do with him: "Because I probably won't be staying here for very long."

This answer was completely unexpected by Wang Dong.

She froze, blinking her pinkish-blue eyes, momentarily speechless.

She anticipated that the other party might try to negotiate, might swallow their pride and accept everything, or might vehemently object... But she never expected that the other party's response would be—"I never intended to stay here!"

This casual, dismissive attitude, as if her solemn "five rules" were nothing more than a trivial whisper in the wind, or even as if the other party disliked her more than she did, left Wang Dong'er feeling empty at first, followed by a surge of intense displeasure and anger at being ignored and contemptuous.

"You..." She could only manage to utter one word in the end, feeling a tightness in her chest. Her carefully maintained aloof demeanor crumbled, and her cheeks flushed slightly with anger.

As Ling Yu finished speaking, he shouted in his mental sea, "Boss, let's go!"

"...noisy brat." Volibear's deep, weary voice, filled with the annoyance of being woken up, rolled like muffled thunder in the sea of ​​his mind. "I have no interest in weak humans, especially these skinny, emaciated little creatures. If a fluffy, round, glossy-furred female bear cub were to come up to me, I might barely lift my eyelids."

Ling Yu nearly choked on his words at the answer and hurriedly explained in his mind, "Boss! You misunderstood! I didn't mean for you to go to this one! I meant, this is the second person to arrive in this dormitory. She definitely has that guy's aura or some hidden trump card on her, right? Quickly sense her carefully!"

"Hmm?" Volibear seemed to perk up a little. His vast perception, through Ling Yu's senses, swept silently over Wang Dong, who was standing at the door, secretly sulking.

After a brief silence, Volibear's voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of doubt, but more so with indifference: "...Like that black-haired boy, there's that unpleasant 'insect' aura lingering on the key. But on this person...I haven't detected any clear divine power markings."

No?

A huge question arose in Ling Yu's mind.

How is that possible?

As one-third of Tang San's daughters, Wang Dong'er's most important strategy and backup plan.

The future ninth soul skill will be "Descent of the Sea God" without any acting.

How could she not have the Sea God's divine sense or backup plan left by Tang San?

The Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul has absolutely nothing to do with the divine duties of the Sea God, so surely the "Descent of the Sea God" couldn't have been something she comprehended out of thin air?

It was definitely caused by the sea god's consciousness residing there or some kind of deep connection!

Moreover, as far as he knew, Wang Dong'er seemed to be hiding a third martial soul, which was very likely a wisp of Tang San's Sea God divine thought transformed into the Sea God martial soul!

How could such a close connection be as clean as a blank sheet of paper, so that even Volibear couldn't sense anything unusual?

Could it be that Tang San's methods have become so sophisticated that he can completely block the perception of an ancient demigod like Volibear?

Or is that "backup plan" hidden very deeply, covered by some more sophisticated restriction or disguise, and only revealed under specific conditions?

Or perhaps... Volibear's current condition is too poor, and his perception is greatly reduced?

Various questions and speculations swirled rapidly in Ling Yu's mind, weaving together a web full of uncertainty.

But he remained expressionless, showing no sign of anything amiss.

He simply nodded to Wang Dong, who looked rather grumpy and was sulking, and calmly ended the conversation: "That's basically the situation. If there's nothing else, I'll go tidy up my things. Please make yourself at home."

Looking at Ling Yu's unyielding and infuriatingly calm demeanor, and recalling how his own "solemn declaration" had sounded like a speech to thin air, Wang Dong felt a surge of anger rising within him.

She let out a heavy "Hmph!" almost from her nose, barely managing to maintain her aloofness.

Then, with a stiff face, she stopped looking at Ling Yu and went straight to the remaining bed on the inside of the dormitory.

She began to arrange her personal belongings with some force, her movements conveying obvious dissatisfaction and a sense of "drawing a line," as if she wanted to re-establish her "sovereignty" and "territory" in this dormitory.

Ling Yu stopped looking at her, seemingly oblivious to her silent protest. He turned back to face his desk, picked up a pen, and began to write and draw on the paper, as if he were seriously planning something.

But his mind was far more complex than the lines on the paper.

"Kid, are you sure this girl has that guy's markings on her?" Volibear's deep voice, tinged with doubt, echoed in Ling Yu's mind again. Clearly, he was also concerned that he hadn't sensed any clear markings.

"There definitely is, boss. It's just hidden too well, or it needs some kind of trigger," Ling Yu replied confidently in his heart, he had no doubt about it.

"Hmph, if that's the case... that guy has certainly learned a few tricks of concealment." Volibear's voice carried a hint of disdain. "He's well-hidden... perhaps more contact or stimulation is needed to discover him... Kid, you... figure it out yourself..."

Deeper contact or stimulation?

Ling Yu shook his head inwardly, temporarily setting aside this somewhat vague hint.

"Feed~"

A crisp voice, clearly conveying dissatisfaction and a deliberate attempt to attract attention, shattered the somewhat tense silence in the dormitory.