Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 112: Mana Recovery Potions

Plenty of moments existed to show arrogance, yet this man chose the exact moment she reached the front. Was he underestimating her strength, or deliberately seeking trouble?

Zora spoke slowly, her voice calm but cold, "cutting in line isn’t allowed."

Adrian turned around. When he saw her face clearly, his gaze froze for a brief moment.

So, this is the woman who killed Serestia? She is just strikingly beautiful.

Her looks were only slightly inferior to Sylvandria, the academy’s famed first beauty.

That thought, however, vanished just as quickly, remembering his mission. For Adrian, strength was all that mattered. As long as he gained power, women like her would come easily.

"So what if I cut in line?" Adrian grinned shamelessly, trying to provoke her on purpose. "What can you do about it?"

The commotion immediately drew attention from those nearby. Scenes like this were far from rare in the Mercenary Union.

Everyone here lived by strength. Tempers were fiercer than ordinary people’s, and disputes were often settled with fists.

Cutting in line was acceptable if you had the strength to back it up. If you didn’t, you deserved to be beaten.

Such situations happened often, and spectators loved nothing more than a good show.

However, Zora responded with a cold gaze, "Get lost, fuc*er..."

Adrian clearly hadn’t expected Zora to respond so bluntly. Without even probing his strength, she spoke without hesitation.

"You dare..." Adrian raised his voice, sneering at her. "Judging by your appearance, you must be a newcomer who just entered the academy."

"A newborn calf really isn’t afraid of tigers. I’ve been in the academy for two years already. I’ve seen plenty of students like you."

As his words fell, smugness flashed across his eyes.

He was confident that once Zora realized he was an older academy student, she would panic. And once he got the upper hand, he could proceed with his next step.

However, Zora’s expression remained as relaxed as drifting clouds. There was no fear at all. Instead, her lips curved slightly, as if she were amused.

"So what if you studied two years in the academy? Is it an achievement that you weren’t kicked out?" She asked lightly.

Her brows lifted just a fraction, a teasing smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

It seemed that today, quite a few people had chosen the Mercenary Union as the place to seek trouble.

Adrian grew even more irritated by Zora’s expression and her overbearing words even more.

This woman probably was confident that he couldn’t do anything to do in the public

Feeling the mocking gazes of the surrounding mercenaries, he knew he could not afford to lose face here. His voice hardened as he barked, "Apologize to me right now. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of here in one piece!"

"Apologize?" Zora’s eyes turned icy, sharp as drawn blades, locking onto Adrian like a flash of lightning. "You think you’re worthy of that?"

That single sentence ignited Adrian’s fury completely.

He had always been looked down upon among students of the same grade. Now, even a freshman dared to trample on his pride, again and again?

"You’re courting death!"

His mana surged violently as Adrian threw a savage punch straight at Zora without hesitation.

The mercenaries nearby lit up with excitement. A free show in the Mercenary Union was rare entertainment.

In their eyes, this stunning woman was finished. Adrian had already reached the mid-stage of the Sky Realm!

Yet just as his fist was about to strike, Zora moved.

Her hand shot out like a phantom, gripping Adrian’s wrist and stopping his attack cold.

Smack!

A crisp, thunderous slap echoed through the hall.

For an instant, time itself seemed to freeze.

*Gaaaah!*

A burning pain exploded across Adrian’s face. Yet what hurt more than the flesh was his shattered dignity.

The crowd stared, dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

None of them had expected this outcome.

This woman wasn’t just beautiful—she was fierce, decisive, and terrifyingly strong.

Before anyone could even react, Zora’s kick followed.

Adrian was sent flying several meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Zora then looked down at him, her gaze cold and merciless. "Disappear from my sight. If you dare show your face again, I’ll deal with you seriously."

Adrian stared at her in shock.

In that brief exchange, he had clearly felt it—Zora was also at the mid-stage of the Sky Realm!

How was that possible?

How could a newly admitted student possess such strength?

A sharp whistle rang out from the crowd as mercenaries burst into laughter.

"Trash! Go home and play in the mud!"

"Stop embarrassing yourself out here!"

Ridicule poured down mercilessly. Picking a fight only to be crushed so thoroughly was beyond humiliating.

Each mocking word stabbed into Adrian’s ears, darkening his already ugly expression. Grinding his teeth, he snarled, "When Gabriel returns, you’ll die miserably!"

Zora let out a cold laugh. "So you’re just another dog under Gabriel."

Now everything made sense.

That was why this man had rushed to provoke her so eagerly.

"I don’t know who’ll die," she said calmly, her killing intent unmistakable, "but if you stay here one second longer, I promise you’ll find out."

Adrian’s face changed instantly.

From her eyes alone, he understood—this woman was not bluffing.

Without another word, he scrambled to his feet and fled the Mercenary Union as fast as he could.

He knew, deep down, that if he lingered any longer, Zora would truly end him.

A hush lingered in the air.

The onlookers were left slightly dazed, their curiosity about Zora quietly deepening.

How could someone so strikingly beautiful also be so decisively powerful?

After that display, no one dared trouble her again.

Zora completed her mercenary registration without further incident and stepped out of the Mercenary Union.

She lowered her gaze to the yellow mercenary badge in her hand, a faint smile curving her red lips.

A mercenary’s life... it was something she genuinely looked forward to.

Instead of returning straight away, she wandered through the city, purchasing supplies she might need for future missions. Life in the mountains was unpredictable. Preparation meant survival, and she had never trusted luck alone.

From Raphael’s words, she sensed that action would begin soon.

Only through battling demonic beasts could one temper strength at the fastest pace.

*

Back at her residence, Zora began making potions in her silver cauldron.

Anything could happen during a mercenary mission. Preparation was essential, especially restorative potions.

Mana-Recovery potions were her top priority. With their current cultivation, the reserves within the mana core were limited. If spiritual energy were depleted during a life-and-death battle, the danger would be immeasurable.

Mana-Recovery potions were in high demand throughout Heavenly City, their prices steep enough to deter many cultivators.

As first-grade potions, they posed no difficulty for Zora.

She was already a second-grade alchemist. Though still some distance from the third grade, making potions was an invaluable practice.

She set aside all distractions and focused entirely on the task.

Alchemy demanded absolute concentration. Every subtle change within the cauldron mattered. One mistake, and the entire batch would be wasted.

The room grew quiet, broken only by the soft sounds rising from the silver cauldron.

Zora’s expression was calm and intent as her spiritual sense enveloped the cauldron, controlling every fluctuation.

Time slipped by unnoticed.

With a soft ding, she lifted the cauldron lid. Inside lay the glistening, thick, bluish liquid while a rich medicinal fragrance spread through the room, dense with vitality.

She transferred the liquid into a bunch of white porcelain bottles, then calmly took out the next set of ingredients and continued with the next batch.

The next morning, when Reesa came looking for her, she was greeted by this very scene.

Reesa’s round eyes widened in shock. "Zora... you can make potions too?"

Zora nodded lightly. "A little."

"That’s amazing!" Reesa exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.

The requirements to become an alchemist were notoriously strict. Ordinary cultivators could hardly meet them, which was why alchemists held such an esteemed position across the Holy Mystic Continent.

Zora was already powerful enough. To think she was also an alchemist left Reesa genuinely astonished.

Of course, she assumed that since Zora devoted so much effort to cultivation, her alchemy would be more modest in comparison. After all, one person’s energy was limited.

"By the way," Reesa added with a grin, "there’s an Alchemist Association branch in Heavenly City. If you’re an alchemist, you can go register there too."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

In her heart, admiration for Zora quietly deepened.

Zora’s brows lifted slightly. A glimmer flashed through her dark, phoenix-like eyes.

An Alchemist Association?