Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 39: Zora Cripples Icarus

The implication was obvious. She wanted to force Zora into admitting she was merely acting as a middleman.

Zora chuckled softly, the sound light and calm.

"Who told you these Potions were supplied by someone else?"

The temperature in the room dropped subtly.

Luna’s eyes sharpened. "Then what? Are you trying to say you made them yourself?"

Her laughter followed instantly, sharp and mocking.

"Zora, I never realized you were this shameless. Lying with your eyes wide open, and you don’t even blush?"

She wanted everyone to hear it.

She wanted everyone to doubt.

She wanted to rip away the dignity Zora had just built with her own hands.

But Zora’s smile did not fade.

On the contrary, it grew colder.

"Which eye of yours saw that these Potions were not made by me?" she asked calmly.

Then she added, voice light yet domineering:

"Even if they weren’t made by me... so what? I don’t want to sell to you. That alone is reason enough."

A heavy silence slammed down.

Then Zora’s voice rang out again, clear and absolute:

"From today onward, the Origin Medical Hall does not welcome anyone from the House Phoenix."

Her gaze swept the crowd indifferently.

"Anyone who dares buy Potions here and resell them to the General’s Residence, once discovered... will be listed permanently."

The words were cold.

Final.

Unnegotiable.

Instantly, several people who had been secretly considering opportunistic profit turned pale and stiffened.

No one dared offend the Origin Medical Hall now.

Not when they controlled both life-saving medicine and cultivation resources.

Luna’s face turned iron-blue with rage.

"You’re going too far, Zora!"

Zora tilted her head slightly, her smile bright as snowlight.

"I am bullying you," she said softly. "So what can you do about it?"

The sheer arrogance of those words struck straight into Luna’s chest like a hammer.

Before she could react—

"You’re courting death!"

Icarus’s furious roar exploded through the hall!

His cultivation burst forth violently. Mana surged around his body in a violent tide as his right fist clenched tightly and shot forward without hesitation, tearing straight toward Zora’s face!

He did not care that this was the Origin Medical Hall.

He did not care how many people were watching.

All he wanted was to shatter that calm, contemptuous face!

Gasps exploded through the crowd.

"It’s over!"

"Icarus is in the mid-stage Earth Realm!"

"That punch will cripple her!"

Yet—

In the very instant his fist closed in, Zora’s eyes flashed cold.

A terrifying, murderous intent surged from deep within her pupils.

She raised her hand calmly.

And caught his fist.

Boom!

The collision of Mana detonated like thunder. Violent energy waves blasted outward, overturning tables and forcing the surrounding crowd to retreat in shock!

Dust surged.

Wind roared.

When the chaos settled—

Icarus stood frozen in place.

Zora stood before him, her slender fingers wrapped tightly around his fist.

Unshaken.

Unmoved.

Uninjured.

Icarus’s pupils shrank violently.

"This... this is impossible!"

Cold sweat burst from his forehead.

He could feel it clearly now—The power gripping his fist was stronger than his own!

Far stronger!

Luna’s face drained of all color.

She knew better than anyone that Icarus had not held back.

Yet Zora had stopped him... effortlessly.

A terrifying realization crashed into her mind like lightning:

This was no longer the waste she once trampled beneath her feet.

And at that very moment—

Zora’s lips curved slowly upward.

Her fingers tightened.

Crack.

The sound echoed through the silent hall.

And Icarus’s scream followed instantly.

"Let go of me!"

Icarus roared in fury. In front of so many people, being pinned down by Zora was already a humiliation he could barely endure.

Zora’s lips curved faintly, her gaze cold as winter frost. "If I don’t let go," she said calmly, "what can you do about it?"

Her indifference was like a blade peeling away his pride inch by inch.

"If you don’t let go, I’ll kill you!" Icarus hissed through clenched teeth, murderous intent bursting from his eyes.

He had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

Zora tilted her head slightly, as if thoughtfully studying him. "It seems," she said lightly, "you still haven’t understood the situation you’re in."

Her cherry-red lips formed a beautiful smile, yet the pupils beneath that smile were covered in icy murder.

The next instant—

In front of countless horrified eyes, Zora suddenly twisted her hand violently.

Crack!

The crisp, terrifying sound of shattered bone echoed through the hall like thunder.

"Ahhh—!"

Icarus’s scream pierced the air, so shrill it made people’s scalps tingle. Blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto the floor in heavy droplets.

Tick.

Tick.

Each drop struck the ground like a hammer pounding on everyone’s nerves.

His arm was utterly ruined.

Luna stood frozen in place, her eyes wide, her mind completely blank.

She never imagined that Zora would truly dare to cripple Icarus.

By the time she reacted, it was already too late.

"You dare injure Icarus!" she screamed, her voice trembling with shock and rage. "Are you not afraid of my father tearing you to pieces?"

Zora laughed softly.

Her laughter was light, yet filled with endless mockery.

"I’ve never done anything to you people all these years," she said slowly. "And did that stop you from scheming against me, trampling me, trying to poison me to death?"

Her gaze sharpened. "Now you come to ask me if I’m afraid of dying?"

"How ridiculous."

Those words struck straight into Luna’s heart like arrows.

Her lips trembled, yet she could not utter a single retort.

On the floor, Icarus gnashed his teeth, his eyes filled with bloodshot hatred. "Zora... I’ll never let you go!"

He had never suffered such humiliation since birth.

TNever.

Zora slowly walked toward him, her steps neither hurried nor slow. With a light tap of her fingertips, she patted his face as though teasing a beast trapped in a cage.

"Oh," she said softly, "this look of yours... so full of hatred."

Her voice suddenly lowered. "Do you know?"

"For the past fourteen years, I looked at you every day with exactly this same gaze."

Icarus’s pupils shrank violently.

For the first time in his life, he felt fear.

A deep, bone-chilling fear.

"If you’re smart," Zora said calmly, straightening up, "you’ll detour every time you see me in the future."

"Otherwise—" her eyes flickered with cold light, "next time won’t be as simple as breaking an arm."

She turned her gaze to Luna, her expression indifferent, as if looking at strangers.

"Now," she said coldly, "get out."

Luna’s face twisted in hatred and unwillingness, but Icarus’s condition could not be delayed any longer. If his arm wasn’t treated immediately, his entire cultivation path might be destroyed. Moreover, she managed to secure one strenghth-boost potion anyway, low grade or not.

In the end—

She could only grit her teeth and flee with Icarus in a panic.

After they left, the entire Origin Medical Hall was plunged into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at Zora with complicated eyes.

Fear.

Shock.

Awe.

And a faint sense of justice.

Cruel as her methods were, no one felt she was wrong.

Because everyone present knew—

If they had suffered what she suffered for fourteen years, they might have been even more merciless.