Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 103: Trouble at the Inn (Part-2)

With that amount of money, he could buy plenty of cultivation resources.

Barbara glanced at him coldly. "No. I want hers."

This was no longer about a room.

She had been rejected in front of so many people. That loss of face had to be repaid.

Zora frowned slightly. This woman was simply unreasonable.

The man retreated awkwardly. Whispers spread through the inn.

"These two are really going head-to-head. Interesting."

"If it were me, I’d hand over the room for five thousand gold coins without hesitation."

"No. Giving in to someone this arrogant would be too humiliating."

...

"I’ll give you five thousand gold coins," Zora said indifferently. "Don’t bother me again."

Before anyone could react, a heap of glittering gold coins clattered onto the counter.

Then, under countless stunned gazes, Zora turned and walked upstairs without another word.

The hall erupted into quiet shock.

Five thousand gold coins—just to buy peace.

Only now did everyone realize that the true wealthy one was not the woman in green, but the woman in white.

No wonder she had been unmoved by every price increase. From the beginning, she simply hadn’t cared.

Barbara stood frozen in place, staring at the gold coins on the counter, utterly dumbfounded.

She had never imagined such an ending.

Feeling the subtle shift in everyone’s expressions, Barbara felt as if an invisible slap had landed squarely on her face.

She had always assumed that the woman in white was deliberately dragging things out, waiting for her to raise the price higher. Only now did she realize how badly she had misjudged the situation.

"You think you can humiliate me like this?" Barbara shouted angrily. "Take your money away!"

Clatter!

With a forceful shove, she sent the pile of gold coins scattering across the floor, the crisp sound echoing through the inn.

"So... you always thought I was begging you?"

A cold, gloomy voice drifted down from the stairs.

Zora turned slowly at last. The patience she had shown earlier had been completely worn away by Barbara’s repeated provocation.

Her gaze sharpened in an instant. Those almond eyes, once calm, now gleamed like drawn blades. An invisible pressure surged outward, the bearing of someone accustomed to standing above others erupting without restraint.

Barbara froze.

It was the first time she had ever encountered such a terrifying gaze from someone her own age. It felt as though everything about her had been seen through, stripped bare, leaving her momentarily unable to muster even a single retort.

The cultivators around them felt it too. Their perception of Zora shifted abruptly.

Though Zora’s words sounded like a question, Barbara found herself unable to answer.

Yes, she had indeed assumed that this woman was someone with no money, desperately trying to squeeze more out of her.

Her eyes flickered, landing on the guards standing behind her. Confidence surged back immediately, arrogance replacing hesitation.

So what if she had misjudged her? What could this woman possibly do to her?

"I don’t care what you think," Barbara lifted her chin haughtily. "This room—you will give it up. You must give it up!"

The repeated insolence finally ignited Zora’s anger.

There were always people in this world who simply refused to see reason.

"And who do you think you are?" Zora’s brows lifted coldly, a dazzling light bursting from the depths of her eyes. "You dare order me around? Look at yourself first. You’re not even worthy to serve me as a maid. Get lost..."

Bang!

As her words fell, she struck out with her palm. The table beside her exploded into fragments, wood splintering across the floor.

Gasps rang out.

Until now, the woman in white had remained restrained. But in this moment, her cultivation was unmistakably revealed.

Everyone finally understood—she hadn’t been afraid of Barbara at all. She simply hadn’t bothered to care.

The sudden show of power forced Barbara to stumble back several steps. She sneered stubbornly, masking her unease.

"So what if you have some strength?" she scoffed. "Who in Heavenly City doesn’t have cultivation? You think I’d be afraid of you?"

Zora laughed softly, her smile as sharp as her voice. "Then come."

Just two words.

Simple. Direct.

And quite provocative.

Yet they struck like sparks thrown onto dry tinder.

The onlookers exchanged looks. It was clear now—Barbara might kicked many stones in her life, but this time, she had kicked a solid iron plate.

This woman in white was definitely not someone to trifle with.

At that moment, a voice filled with mockery cut through the tension. "Well, well. I was wondering who could be so arrogant and unreasonable. Turns out it’s just Miss Barbara."

All eyes turned to the new figure who entered the scene.

A woman in a flowing purple dress walked in slowly, her steps unhurried.

A ripple of amazement spread through the crowd.

Her most striking feature wasn’t her face—but her figure, graceful and captivating.

Even Zora’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

She had to admit—this woman’s presence was truly distinctive.

At their age, encounters with women as striking as the one before them were rare.

Her waist was slim enough to encircle with one arm, her curves bold and eye-catching. Each step carried a natural, flamboyant confidence that drew every gaze in the room without effort.

Yet her face was unexpectedly youthful, almost doll-like, delicate, and sweet. The contrast between an innocent appearance and a fiery figure created two completely opposing temperaments, blending into something irresistibly captivating.

It was precisely this mix of youth and heat that made her unforgettable at a glance.

"Reesa, you came here just to stir trouble too?" Barbara snapped, her expression immediately darkening when she recognized the woman in purple.

Reesa chuckled lightly, her gaze sweeping over Barbara with open disdain. "I just can’t stand people who are arrogant and overbearing. What? Am I not allowed to look?"

"This has nothing to do with you!" Barbara barked.

"I’m in a bad mood, and you’re annoying. That’s reason enough," Reesa replied lazily, lifting her chin.

Watching the exchange, Zora instantly understood. These two clearly had old grievances, and today’s clash had merely given them an excuse to explode.

Barbara’s anger flared. "Since you insist on sticking your nose in, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

She raised her hand sharply. At once, the five guards behind her stepped forward, forming a line in front of her as they advanced toward Zora.

"Take her down!"

Zora’s eyes turned icy. "If you’re looking for death, don’t blame me for obliging."

Her patience with Barbara had already run dry. Women like this only learned restraint after tasting pain.

Reesa, far from retreating, cracked her knuckles eagerly. Seeing the guards approach, her fighting spirit ignited.

Bang! Thud!

The inn erupted into chaos.

Fists collided and feet lashed out. The sound of combat echoed through the hall as diners completely forgot about their meals, with their eyes glued to the unfolding spectacle.

Zora moved with terrifying efficiency. Her attacks were fast, precise, and too merciless. Every strike sent a guard crashing away, and there was no wasted movement at all.

Reesa was no less fierce. In mere moments, one guard after another was kicked straight out of the inn, landing in miserable heaps outside.

In the blink of an eye, the five guards were all down.

"Now," Zora said coolly, her gaze settling on Barbara, "it’s your turn."

Barbara stood frozen, disbelief flooding her face. Her guards weren’t weak, yet they had been utterly crushed without resistance.