I'm Truly Not Favored By Destiny/C1 Chief Su Jiuming of the Sect
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C1 Chief Su Jiuming of the Sect

At the Veiled Moon Sect's Misty Peak, Su Jiuming was at his wit's end.

"What in the world are these ridiculous missions? Can't I just call it quits?"

He yelled toward the heavens, his heart filled with despair.

He found himself confined within a cave on a cliffside, tasked with painting as per the system's demands. Though his basic needs were met, his personal freedom was severely curtailed, and to make matters worse, he was on display like a monkey in a zoo!

This predicament could be traced back to the absurd missions assigned by the system. Like other transmigrators, Su Jiuming had this system as a sort of cheat code. But this system... it seemed to be somewhat defective.

Upon arriving at the Starlight Continent, he was bombarded with bizarre tasks: raising chickens, tending to fish, or caring for plants. The rewards section was just a series of question marks, offering nothing of substance.

After completing a few scattered missions, he remained a mere mortal and was recommended to the Veiled Moon's Misty Peak, only to end up imprisoned.

Now, his days felt like an endless sentence, constantly under the watchful eyes of onlookers. The sect master insisted he was the chosen one, destined to inherit the sect's leadership, and was terrified he might escape.

But how could Su Jiuming not think of fleeing?

He was just an ordinary person. The dysfunctional system had trapped him here with a string of tasks and then fell silent. The expected advantages of a typical system's cheat functions were nowhere to be seen.

Su Jiuming had once believed this was all part of the system's grand plan, that being the chosen one would lead to extraordinary talents and a life at the pinnacle. But it turned out he was sorely mistaken.

He was still just flesh and blood, and even the sect master couldn't discern his Soul Seed, let alone begin the process of cultivation.

Within the sect, aside from the deluded sect master who valued him as a prized asset, everyone else saw Su Jiuming as nothing more than entertainment. They watched him struggle in his cliffside confinement, fully aware of the farce that it was.

The next sect master? That was laughable. Without even awakening his Soul Seed, he was nothing but an ordinary human. It seemed more likely that Su Jiuming would pass away from old age at Misty Peak long before the current sect master stepped down.

Su Jiuming's days on the cliffside became even more dreary after the sect master had snatched away the chickens, fish, flowers, and birds he had been tasked with caring for. With no idea where they had been taken, he felt his life had lost all its color, shrouded in a dull gray.

Oh, how Su Jiuming longed to soar through the skies on a sword, to taste the thrilling life of the martial world with its intense joys and bitter rivalries. But the system was stubborn, withholding the secrets of cultivation and instead burdening him with a slew of irrelevant tasks, leaving him utterly frustrated.

"Jiuming, I support your painting, but don't neglect your cultivation. Our Veiled Moon will rely on you in the future," came the familiar voice from behind, just as Su Jiuming was about to take out his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone to while away the time.

He turned to see the white-haired old man standing there, the current Sect Master of the Veiled Moon, Bai Yifeng—his so-called master. Su Jiuming offered him no attention and continued with his preparations.

It was Bai Yifeng who had trapped Su Jiuming in the Veiled Moon Sect, compelling him to undertake these pointless tasks. And Bai Yifeng, with seemingly endless free time, would frequently visit Misty Peak to pester him about cultivation.

Su Jiuming had indeed attempted to cultivate, initially asking Bai Yifeng to teach him. But after trying every method without success, he grew disillusioned. Bai Yifeng's claim that a fall from a great height would unlock his potential had nearly cost Su Jiuming his life and yielded nothing.

Since then, Su Jiuming had refused to continue his cultivation under Bai Yifeng, leading to his confinement in Misty Peak under the guise of contemplation and reflection.

As Bai Yifeng droned on, Su Jiuming began to paint. His focus drifted to thoughts of cultivation, resulting in bizarre images on the canvas. The figures he painted seemed alive, limbs flailing wildly, yet upon closer inspection, it was nothing more than an ordinary scroll.

"As befits the Chosen One, this painting is truly exceptional. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I'll be taking this with me."

Su Jiuming had barely put down his brush when Bai Yifeng swiped the painting from the table, admiring it briefly before tucking it away and making his exit.

"Make it quick, and while you're at it, it'd be great if you could release me too."

Su Jiuming shot him a disgruntled look, shooing Bai Yifeng with a dismissive wave of his hand. Of course, he was no match for the head of a major sect like Veiled Moon; his gesture was merely a formality.

Without any hesitation, Bai Yifeng snatched up Su Jiuming's recent artwork and departed. He displayed it prominently in the sect hall and summoned all the disciples to view it.

"Master, I've seen the junior brother's paintings. Aside from a touch of mystery, they're hardly exceptional. We disciples have our own cultivation to focus on; there's no need for such a commotion."

Lee Daoquan, the senior disciple, was at his limit, but he voiced his concerns tactfully out of respect for Bai Yifeng. The other disciples echoed his sentiments, voicing their own frustrations:

"Exactly, it's just some chickens, ducks, fish, and this mediocre painting. Why are we chastised for neglecting our duties when we write and paint, yet Su Jiuming is praised? What gives him the right? Is it simply because he's the chief?"

"The sect master's favoritism is obvious, but I was at a critical point in my cultivation. Being summoned to look at this is hardly justifiable..."

Bai Yifeng had a history of such actions, leaving the disciples bewildered each time and looking at Su Jiuming as if he were a spectacle. They failed to see the value in such oddities.

"You short-sighted fools, take a closer look at the figures in the painting. Don't you realize they conceal a series of sword techniques?"

"And those exotic creatures recently added to our sect—do you think they appeared out of thin air? What do you suppose happened to Su Jiuming's flora and fauna? Did you think they were consumed by you?"

"It's one thing for the disciples to lack insight due to their limited cultivation, but Lee Daoquan, as the eldest among them, how is it you lack even the basic capacity for enlightenment?"

Bai Yifeng was livid, furiously pointing at the group of clueless disciples before him. His spittle flew everywhere, completely shattering the image of a composed Taoist master.

The disciples, initially bewildered by Bai Yifeng's tirade, began to see things differently after his words and a glance at Su Jiuming's painting. A few with keen insight even entered a state of meditation right there, clearly experiencing new revelations.

Observing this, the other disciples quickly committed the scene to memory and began to reassess their previously underestimated chief disciple.

Meanwhile, atop Misty Peak, Su Jiuming was the picture of frustration.

This way of living just wasn't sustainable. "System, please show me a way forward. I want to practice cultivation!" he pleaded.

It was a bitter pill for Su Jiuming to swallow, knowing that Bai Yifeng had such high expectations of him and that his peers treated him as nothing more than a spectacle.

The Veiled Moon had been more than generous to him. Even without displaying any particular talents, they had taken good care of him, and Bai Yifeng had even bestowed upon him the title of chief disciple.

On the Starlight Continent, strength was paramount. All other pursuits, such as music, chess, painting, and the leisurely pastimes of fish-keeping and bird-watching, were deemed trivial entertainments.

Bai Yifeng was not the only one growing impatient; Su Jiuming felt the urgency too.

At last, unable to remain idle any longer, Su Jiuming grabbed the weighty sword Bai Yifeng had gifted him and began to swing it around.

Even if he couldn't carve out a reputation for himself, he thought, at least wielding the sword was a decent form of exercise while confined to the house.

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