Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 227: Saving Fiona

"Miss," the House Ravens’ leading spirit warrior said helplessly, turning to Fiona with a meaningful look, silently urging her to lower her head.

Fiona clenched her teeth and turned her face away. If she bowed today, how could she ever hold her head high again?

Seeing this, Zora calmly pushed all the offered items back toward the House Ravens’ spirit warriors. A faint, almost mocking smile curved her lips.

"I only save those who put their desire to live above their stupid arrogance and ego. I didn’t want to push things this far, but since Miss Fiona has such an attitude, I won’t play the role of a physician anymore."

With that, Zora simply closed her eyes, as though everything around her no longer mattered, waiting quietly for the restriction around the ruins to completely dissipate.

She knew exactly what kind of poison she had used. If her current strength were higher, Fiona wouldn’t even be worth her attention.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Fiona hadn’t expected Zora to be so resolute, returning everything without hesitation.

"Aren’t children of martial families supposed to be clever?" Reesa muttered, frowning. "Why does this Fiona look... not very bright?"

"Miss!" The House Ravens spirit warrior’s face darkened. Disappointment flashed through his eyes. Fiona’s temperament had always been bad, but this was the first time he truly felt exasperated.

Since they needed help, swallowing pride was only natural. Revenge could always come later. How could Fiona fail to understand something so simple?

Fiona’s face turned ashen. Rage and humiliation overwhelmed her, leaving her mind in chaos.

Then suddenly, she felt warmth at the tip of her nose.

She raised her hand instinctively. When she saw the black blood staining her fingers, her pupils shrank violently.

"Ah—!"

A scream tore from her throat.

The words Zora had spoken earlier echoed in her mind. Bleeding to death.

Fear finally crushed her pride.

The pain intensified, black blood streaming faster from her nose.

"I don’t want to die!" Fiona cried hysterically. "I don’t want to die!"

She had lived in luxury and privilege all her life. How could she die here, in such a miserable way?

Her eyes locked onto Zora, desperation flooding her gaze.

"I don’t want to die!" she shouted again.

Zora didn’t even open her eyes.

At that moment, Fiona completely broke.

She scrambled forward on her hands and knees, grabbing the hem of Zora’s trousers, her voice shaking and hoarse.

"Save me... please... save me! I beg you! I beg you!"

Yet Zora remained cold and silent, her expression unchanged, as if Fiona’s pleas were nothing more than the wind passing by.

Seeing this scene unfold, the expressions of Sigmund and the others grew increasingly complex.

Things had reached this point entirely because Fiona had insisted on provoking trouble. In truth, the situation could have been resolved long ago. As long as Fiona had been willing to lower her head even slightly, none of this would have happened.

Yet she refused. And so, she was forced into this miserable state.

What chilled them most was not Fiona’s downfall, but the transformation of Zora. From the moment she had entered the ruins, she appeared gentle and restrained, even faintly weak. But now, she stood firm and unyielding, completely controlling the situation. The contrast was unsettling.

"This Zora is definitely not someone simple," Elowen said softly, insight flashing in her eyes. "It’s best not to offend her if we can help it."

Zephrin nodded in agreement. "She’s extremely sharp. Among all of us, her cultivation is the weakest, yet she holds everyone in the palm of her hand. Fiona losing to her is hardly surprising."

Sigmund unconsciously shrank his neck. Fortunately, Fiona had already served as the perfect warning. Otherwise, if he had offended Zora himself, his situation might have been even worse.

What frightened him most was her composure.

Even when facing the House Ravens, even with Prince Kael standing beside her, Zora never once relied on anyone else. Calm, indifferent, terrifyingly steady.

At this moment, her cold voice rang out again. "Before, I could still help. Now, I won’t."

Her tone was devoid of warmth, like frost pooling in a deep abyss, leaving no room for hope.

Fiona felt the strength in her body draining rapidly. Despair wrapped around her heart like a tightening noose.

At first, she had doubted it. She hadn’t truly believed she would die.

But now... she no longer dared to doubt.

"I beg you!" Fiona cried, tears and blood mixing on her face. "I’ll never oppose you again! Never! Please, save me!"

The House Ravens’ spirit warriors also dropped all pretense, stepping forward urgently.

"Miss Zora, please save our young miss! We will remember this kindness forever. If you ever need the House Ravens in the future, we will never refuse!"

As those words fell, the expressions of everyone present changed yet again.

A favor owed by one of the great cultivation families was no small thing. Compared to the treasures offered earlier, this promise was worth far more.

Sebastian and Miel exchanged stunned looks. The situation had reversed so completely that it almost felt unreal.

"I truly admire Zora’s methods," Sebastian said with a bitter smile. "From start to finish, we’ve all been led by her hand."

At that moment, Prince Kael stepped forward. He paused beside Zora, then blinked at her from an angle only she could see. The meaning was clear.

The goal has been achieved.

He spoke aloud instead, his tone gentle.

"Darling, Fiona has known us for many years. Help her once, for my sake."

Zora lifted her eyes and met his gaze. For a brief moment, hesitation flickered between her brows.

Then she nodded.

"Very well."

Fiona’s eyes instantly lit up with desperate hope. The House Ravens spirit warriors exhaled in relief, as though they had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.

"Thank you... thank you..."

Fiona repeated the words again and again, her voice hoarse and broken.

At this moment, she no longer had pride, temper, or arrogance.

She only wanted to live.

"Too impressive!" Black raised a thumb enthusiastically, its eyes sparkling. The owner’s ability to turn black into white, and danger into gratitude was truly terrifying.

Look at Fiona now. That expression of deep gratitude was exactly what the owner had planned from the very beginning!

Not only would the House Ravens owe them a favor, but Fiona would be forced to lie low for quite some time. More importantly, the owner had used this incident to silently warn everyone present.

Offend her at your own risk.

"Master is way too dark," White sighed with heartfelt admiration. "This time, we really made a killing."

Prince Kael watched the scene with smiling eyes. His little fox truly lived up to her reputation. Acting pitiful while reaping enormous benefits, she was absurdly adorable in his eyes.

"Well then," Zora said softly, her tone gentle and almost embarrassed, "since you insist so sincerely, it would be wrong of me not to help."

With Prince Kael standing beside her, her words sounded even more convincing.

As a result, Fiona and the House Ravens’ spirit warriors grew even more grateful toward Prince Kael, silently adding another debt of favor to his name.

Without delay, Zora took out a set of slender silver needles. Her movements were swift, precise, and fluid as she pierced them one by one into Fiona’s acupoints.

The motion was so clean and natural that it left no room for doubt.

Aside from Prince Kael and a few who already knew her methods, everyone else stared in confusion. This strange way of treatment was something they had never seen before.

Yet when Guinvere saw the technique, her eyes flickered with shock, though her expression quickly returned to calm.

"This... how is that possible?" she murmured.

"What kind of treatment is this?" Sigmund frowned deeply. "I’ve never heard of such a method."

Elowen had unknowingly knitted her brows tightly, her gaze locked on Zora’s hands.

"Why does this feel... familiar?"

Zephrin nodded slowly. "I feel the same. I’m certain I’ve heard of it before, but I can’t remember where."

Suddenly, Elowen and Zephrin exchanged a glance. Their expressions changed almost simultaneously.

Sigmund noticed at once. "What’s with that look? Don’t tell me you already know what she’s doing?"

Elowen let out a slow breath.

"Acupuncture."

"Acupuncture?" Sigmund’s voice rose sharply.

As a lost ancient medical art of the Mystical Eastern continent, acupuncture was something every physician knew of, yet none could practice. It had disappeared countless years ago, becoming a regret spoken of only in old texts.

If not for Elowen’s words, he would never have dared to connect Zora’s technique with that long-lost art.

"Acupuncture...?"

The faces of the four great families and Heaven’s Gate members changed instantly. When they looked at Zora again, their gazes were filled with disbelief and awe.