Chapter 530: Imperial Fate

Choosing Ying Fu was a choice Chen Ling had made after careful consideration.

Actually, Chen Ling had initially wanted to draw skills from the people in the Ancient Treasury of Drama, but upon reflection, Master didn’t have a name, only the codename “Nameless Actor,” and Mo Jiao and Chou Jiao were the same... So the only options were Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, and Wenren You.

These three corresponded to the Sheng, Dan, and Jing roles, and their skills were mostly related to these trades. Although Chen Ling had inherited Chen Yan’s talent, he didn’t think he could perfectly adapt to the abilities of these trades. Forcibly adding a skill that didn’t match him might not be a good thing.

Besides, although Yang Xiao had appeared in this play, he was just an ordinary person, not the “Aurora Sovereign,” and Su Zhiwei was the same. Even though they had mastered a portion of theoretical power in the end, it was still too early-stage and not very useful to Chen Ling.

Xiao Chunping’s Su embroidery, and the members of the [Floating Life Painting] in the Red Dust Domain, including the oil-paper umbrella skills, were also not suitable for Chen Ling. After excluding all of these, the only one truly worth drawing from was Ying Fu.

Although the Imperial God Path had no offensive skills, the authority it carried was truly terrifying... Just the ability to instantly raise one’s rank by subjugating subordinates was enough for Chen Ling to take the risk!

Chen Ling himself had a large number of offensive skills. If he added the Imperial God Path’s authority to instantly raise his rank, he would definitely be stronger than Ying Fu, and stronger by more than one level!

As the two characters “Ying Fu” were written down, cards gradually outlined themselves from the void.

“This...”

Seeing the scene before him, Chen Ling suddenly froze in place.

In front of him, there were eleven cards in total!

Chen Ling hadn’t seen this many cards before when drawing others’ skills, but Ying Fu’s cards were completely different... First, there were no gray-white cards, meaning he didn’t possess life skills unrelated to the God Path. In other words, all eleven were God Path skills!

And among these eleven, five had similar suits, representing they came from the same God Path. Chen Ling guessed it was highly likely Nie Yu’s [Heavenly Wolf]. Looking at it this way, a subject’s “skills” would be copied into the Imperial God Path’s skills, entering the “card pool” Chen Ling was drawing from.

Among the remaining six, there was one silver card...

Chen Ling had seen this kind of silver card before. When he drew the Aurora Sovereign’s skills last time, the other party’s cards were like this. Silver should be the exclusive color for “theoretical” skills. Seeing this card, Chen Ling immediately thought of Lou Yu.

Lou Yu was also one of the Nine Sovereigns and had reached some kind of cooperation with Ying Fu. When fighting Ying Fu before, the other party had also used skills similar to material conversion. It seemed it came from here... But the difference between him and Nie Yu was that he hadn’t submitted to Ying Fu; the two sides should only be in a cooperative relationship, so there was only one card belonging to him here, rather than possessing a complete path of skills like Nie Yu... Was this also one of the Imperial God Path’s skills?

Chen Ling’s gaze turned to the last five cards. These five cards should be the exclusive skills of the Imperial God Path, and the authority he wanted was among them.

“Hope for good luck...”

Chen Ling prayed silently and tapped randomly on one of the cards. As the other cards disappeared, a few lines of characters appeared before Chen Ling:

“Skill: [Imperial Fate]”

“Affiliation: Imperial God Path, [Emperor] Path”

“Character: Ying Fu.”

Seeing this, Chen Ling’s heart stirred slightly.

He had successfully drawn the exclusive skill of the Imperial God Path. A five-in-eleven probability was not bad... However, this skill didn’t seem to be the one that allowed rank to float freely?

Chen Ling absorbed this skill, and the relevant information immediately surfaced in his mind.

“Only one person with [Imperial Fate] will appear in an era. Under this authority, all possessors of God Paths will, driven by fate, unconsciously move toward the person who possesses [Imperial Fate]...” Chen Ling opened his eyes, his expression somewhat strange.

He hadn’t drawn the rank-floating skill, but instead drawn the ability to attract other God Path possessors... Chen Ling was speechless, not knowing for a moment whether this was a good thing or a bad thing?

According to common sense, there would only be one [Imperial Fate] in an era. Originally, this person was Ying Fu, but after he drew this ability, he had become a “dual Imperial Fate” era, something that had never appeared in history... When two “vortices” that attract God Paths exist in the world at the same time, what will happen?

Regardless, with [Imperial Fate], there would be more and more God Path possessors around Chen Ling, meaning he could draw more and more characters in each play, have stronger selectivity, and find the skills most suitable for himself more easily... From this point alone, it was undoubtedly a good thing.

After drawing the skill, Chen Ling returned his consciousness to his body and slowly woke up from his sleep.

The first thing that came into view was a snow-white ceiling, but judging by the furnishings, it wasn’t Chen Ling’s own room, but Ning Ruyu’s bedroom... He supported his body with his hands, barely sat up from the bed, and looked to his side.

I saw a row of things neatly arranged on the bedside table: a white porcelain vase with red plum blossoms, an exquisitely made bento, a fruit basket with a common design, and... a shiny glass marble.

Seeing these four items, Chen Ling smiled slightly, having already guessed that several senior brothers and sisters had been there, and tried to get out of bed.

The originally blood-soaked wounds were now meticulously sutured, and the organs had been stuffed back into their original positions. Chen Ling stood up from the bedside, leaning against the wall. Although he felt somewhat weak, it wasn’t impossible for him to walk.

“Hmm... I should be able to survive.”

Chen Ling briefly judged his physical condition and pushed the door out of the bedroom. Just as he was about to call for Ning Ruyu, he saw the door to the study opposite was half-open.

Chen Ling walked up with some confusion and found Ning Ruyu sitting at a large desk, facing the window, with his back to Chen Ling. The study window was open. At this moment, a bird that looked like it was wearing red eyeshadow was perched on the window, leisurely pecking at its feathers. On its leg, a small empty tube was tied.

A messenger of the Ancient Treasury of Drama?

This was the first time Chen Ling had seen this kind of bird. It didn’t look like a species that existed in reality. Its feathers were actually as transparent as amber in the sunlight...

Ning Ruyu held a note in his hand, as if he had taken it from the empty tube on the bird’s leg. After his gaze swept over the small line of characters on it in the sunlight, his pupils contracted sharply!

“How is this possible... Master’s prediction was wrong?” Ning Ruyu’s expression was incredibly grave. Since entering the Ancient Treasury of Drama, this was the first time Chen Ling had seen the Eldest Senior Brother so serious.

“Eldest Senior Brother?” Chen Ling called out lightly from outside the door.

Ning Ruyu was stunned for a moment, subconsciously hiding the note, and turned his gaze back to Chen Ling.

“Little Junior Brother, why did you get out of bed??”