I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch

Tears began to well up in Gongsun Yoye’s doe-like eyes—huge, trembling drops that clung stubbornly to her lashes before finally slipping down her cheeks in a slow, glistening trail.

And then, like the sky cracking open in a summer storm, the flood came.

Thick, heavy tears poured down her face in waves.

“Sometimes—no, almost all the time—I wanted to throw it all away. Just give up. Just live like a normal woman... sniff... live like that. But I endured. I endured everything for the sake of our clan’s legacy. And now you... You trample that like it means nothing...”

Qing realized she had just triggered something serious.

There’s a saying: the reverse scale. A dragon, it’s said, has one lone scale growing in the opposite direction, hidden under its chin. Even a dragon who has spent thousands of years honing patience—if you touch that scale, it explodes in uncontrollable fury. It becomes a monster again. A mortal enemy for life.

To touch the reverse scale is to cross the uncrossable line.

And for Gongsun Yoye, being belittled as a martial artist was her reverse scale.

Her entire life had been forged in the fires of martial cultivation. Every second she’d lived had been as a martial artist. So to belittle her in that identity was to dismiss her entire existence.

Qing panicked.

Wait—why is she crying? Was it really that bad?

“Yeye. Hold on. Let’s... let’s take a deep breath, okay?”