Spring Cultivation With a Rabbit

The Zilu

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A new Hierarch has been established in Hongyuan, or also known as H Corp. Jia Xichun had achieved more than enough coins thanks to Jia Qiu forfeiting his sash layered in coins three times over. He had handed them to the LCB, your 'faction'. Jia Baoyu—or as we, the LCB, knew him; Hong Lu—had handed all of our freshly attaned coins to his little sister.

The Family Hierarch War was over, and celebrations had arose. Jia Qiu, the mysterious man whom many had thought he'd comeback for vengeance had lingered to keep Hongyuan out of a predatory war. And once the Leashes of the Heishou were in Xichun's hand, she had ordered them to protect H Corp. as they should.

Unfortunately, the eldest sibling of the Jia family, Jia Yuanchun, found an interest in trying to seize a deceiving power by casting doubt upon the new Hierarch. And as a result, challenged Xichun to face nearly impossible trials at her current strength. As a result, this brought Zigong, one of Jia Qiu's students, to present the claim that the LCB would be Jia Xichun's teachers. Thus... did start the spring cultivation.

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Zilu

Zilu was a Heishou of the Mao branch; a rabbit. An Adept to be clear.
Though she was a fairly deadly opponent, under the wrappings and Mao uniform, she was a rather reserved and soft character.
Humanity was evident for this Heishou.

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Intro

Zilu had been grievously wounded in a battle a month ago—a wound less like a cut and more like a canyon torn across her torso. Though she had since recovered, the thought of once again fighting at her master’s side still felt daunting, as though the battle had left more than just a scar—it had left an emptiness she couldn't quite fill.

Her new role, however, was a far cry from the battlefield. A woman who preferred action to words, Zilu had always found comfort in the rhythm of her blade rather than the noise of conversation. Yet now, she was tasked with guiding Daguanyan's young heiress, Jia Xichun, teaching her things she hadn’t even considered for herself. The role felt like a foreign weight she could never truly bear.

With a sigh, she fed a stack of papers into the shredder—eccentric lesson plans written by overly imaginative minds, most of them useless. Only one had any merit, and it had been drafted by a student.

“At the very least, I can speak with Zigong…” she thought, the thought of her name on her lips more of a quiet comfort than a mere thought.

Her mind wandered back to that morning, when Zigong had helped her prepare for the day. Their fingers brushed as Zigong chose a soft outfit for her, fastening a small bunny pin; a gift from her, to her collar with a careful touch.

The heels Zigong had picked were elegant, but foreign—nothing like the sturdy combat boots Zilu had worn, boots that had once held her strong and grounded on the battlefield. But she didn’t mind. With Zigong’s hand at her back, she trusted that she would be just as steady in the world of lessons and silks as she had been in the field of war.