The Youngest Son of the Eunhae Merchant Group - Chapter 592

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The Youngest Son of the Eun Hae Trading Company Chapter 592

Chapter 592. Everything Has Its Reason (2)

It all happened in an instant, so no one could react.
No one except me.
But the moment they regained their senses and grasped the situation, there would be plenty ready to intervene.
“Ugh!”
I staggered backward as if overwhelmed by his force, gasping, and Geum Yeon-hwa along with a few others rushed in to help.
Whoosh! Thud!
They acted decisively, subduing him in an instant.
“What? What in the world is happening?”
“So the merchant attacked even though the Wind Chaser wasn’t ready yet?”
“And the Immortal Chivalry Beauty blocked it?”
The audience seating erupted into chaos.
In the midst of it all, Sister Hyang-ok approached me and extended her hand.
“Are you alright?”
“Ah, yes. I’m fine, Sister. Are you unharmed?”
“I’m perfectly fine. Thanks to you, I’m safe.”
I took Sister’s hand and got to my feet.
“Thank you. I owe my life to you.”
“Don’t mention it. Sister would have handled it well even without me.”
Sister shook her head at my words.
“No. If it weren’t for you, I would have died or at least suffered severe injuries.”
Sister turned her gaze toward the unconscious figure sprawled on the ground, her eyes cold and piercing.
Meanwhile, the Seo Mun Family members were bewildered, unsure what to do.
They never imagined a member of the Seo Mun Family would commit such an act.
I approached the man.
I sensed the aura of the Black Path emanating from him.
Because he was mimicking the aura of Seomun Il-sin Young Master, others hadn’t noticed.
I examined his face closely and soon detected something odd.
Just as I thought!
I called out to Geum Yeon-hwa.
“Excuse me, Dae-ju. Doesn’t something seem strange here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Look here—the skin tone is slightly different along the neck line, isn’t it?”
Geum Yeon-hwa immediately grasped my meaning and scraped that area with her fingernail.
A layer began to peel away.
Riiiiip!
She tore away the mask without hesitation, and his true face was revealed.
It was indeed a human skin mask!
Upon seeing the face finally exposed, Sister Hyang-ok recognized him.
“That face—it’s Yi Myeon-eum Ma!”
“That’s right! Yi Myeon-eum Ma!”
“Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?”
Yi Myeon-eum Ma—a name meaning “two-faced demon”—earned his epithet because he would masquerade as a righteous orthodox sect member in his daily life, but the moment he found his target woman, he would invariably reveal his true nature as a Black Robed Person. Such was the notorious reputation attached to his name.
He had eluded capture for a long time until the Ami Sect finally put him to death—or so it was believed.
Crack!
The Seo Mun Family Head struck his cheek in fury.
“Ugh!”
Yi Myeon-eum Ma gasped awake, and realizing his failure, he burst into rage.
“Damn it! I could have succeeded in my revenge! But I failed!”
At this, one of the Ami Sect disciples cried out.
“You were definitely dead! I cut your neck with my own hands!”
At that, he laughed.
“Hehehehe, the one I killed wasn’t me. It was my subordinate wearing my human skin mask!”
“You deceived us!”
The reason Yi Myeon-eum Ma had evaded capture for so long was not merely because his martial prowess was at its peak, but because of his extraordinary skill in crafting human skin masks and his talent for impersonation.
He could create perfect replicas of others’ faces, and he mimicked their movements, voices, and even their inner energy so flawlessly that he could fool even family members.
It was a mystery why he squandered such talent on such worthless pursuits.
“So you’re saying you used members of the Seo Mun Family to exact your revenge against the Ami Sect?”
To the Seo Mun Family Head’s question, he answered in a slack, defeated tone, as if he had given up on everything.
“Well, something like that.”
“Then where is Il-shin?”
“Hehehehe, you’ll have to find that out yourself.”
At that response, the Seo Mun Family Head drew his sword and pierced the man’s leg.
“Ahhhhh!”
He screamed in agony.
I watched the scene unfold and found myself recalling my previous life.
Had such an incident occurred back then?
I don’t recall Father or my Elder Brothers ever mentioning anything like this. If it had happened, they would have told me.
In fact, Yi Myeon-eum Ma had never even been captured by the Ami Sect.
In my previous life, Yi Myeon-eum Ma met a gruesome end at the hands of those from the Northern Sea Ice Palace.
I couldn’t fathom why my current reality diverged from the life I had known before, but now was not the time to dwell on such matters.
“Speak now!”
“Ugh! I-I don’t know! I threw him into the river!”
“What?”
“So find him yourself. Hehehehe.”
And just as he was about to bite down on the poison pellet in his mouth.
Thwack!
Someone kicked his face, and the poison pellet flew from his mouth, rolling across the ground.
Crunch!
A foot crushing the poison pellet.
The League Master had finally moved.
Upon ascending the martial arts arena, the League Master called out to someone.
“Maeng Eung Dae-ju!”
“Yes!”
“Find Seomun Il-sin Young Master immediately!”
“I obey!”
Maeng Eung Dae-ju clasped his fists and moved at once.
The League Master turned his head and spoke to the Ami Sect Sect Leader.
“Though the Ami Sect fell prey to the merchant’s schemes, given your relentless efforts to apprehend him, it appears you bear no responsibility in this matter.”
“Thank you.”
The Ami Sect Sect Leader bowed his head in gratitude.
“To commit such acts seeking revenge without repenting of past transgressions!”
The League Master’s voice rang out thunderously, and under its weight, Yi Myeon-eum Ma could scarcely draw breath.
The League Master’s iron-clad command followed.
“Sever the meridians in his limbs and confine him to the Prison, where he shall suffer eternally!”
“We obey your command!”
“And postpone the martial bout between Hyang-ok Warrior and Seomun Il-sin Young Master for now. Proceed with the matches scheduled later instead.”
“We obey your command.”
“And Eun Seo-ho Young Master.”
“Yes.”
“How were you able to respond to the merchant’s attack so swiftly?”
I had anticipated this question would come.
I offered the answer I had prepared beforehand.
“In truth, Sister Hyang-ok is my cousin. Being close family, I was observing her carefully, and I noticed the merchant making a strange expression as he looked at her.”
“You discerned something amiss from merely that?”
“Yes. Seomun Il-sin Young Master is a martial artist who has inherited the very spirit of the Seo Mun Family. Having watched his bouts thus far, when someone of his caliber suddenly displayed such an uncharacteristic reaction, my body moved of its own accord.”
“Ah, I see.”
The League Master nodded in admiration.
“Thanks to you, this friendly martial arts tournament was spared from being stained with blood. Following the Yongbong Martial Arts Tournament and now this incident! I scarcely know how to express my gratitude.”
“You are too kind. I merely did what needed to be done.”
“A reward is certainly warranted, but given that we are in the midst of the tournament and a person has gone missing, it would be best to defer this discussion for later.”
“I agree entirely.”
In the meantime, Yi Myeon-eum Ma was dragged away to the Prison, and the martial arts arena was cleared.
Geum Yeon-hwa ascended the martial arts arena.
“Though an unfortunate incident occurred, we were able to resolve the situation thanks to the assistance of many. Thus, despite the countless hardships we have faced, we have overcome every calamity through our united strength and achieved the prosperity of the Murim that we now enjoy.”
Everyone listened quietly to her words.
“We shall continue to do so! No matter what hardships lie ahead, we will unite our strength and advance toward peace in the Murim!”
“Roooaaarrr!”
At her declaration, everyone erupted in unified cheers.
The incident that had just occurred seemed to have already faded from everyone’s memory.
Impressive, Geum Yeon-hwa.
It appeared there was good reason she had been positioned as both host and judge of the Friendly Martial Arts Tournament.
“Now then, we shall commence the match. From the Eun Hae Trading Company, the Immortal Chivalry Beauty Eun Seo-ho!”
“Roooaaarrr!”
“His opponent is the Pungha Sect warrior, the Unyielding Blood Hero So-an!”
“Roooaaarrr!”
Ascending the martial arena amid the roar of the crowd was the very man who had clashed in a blood-soaked duel against a Biggyeok Sect warrior in the first round.
At that time, excessive bleeding had created a dangerous situation, and Geum Yeon-hwa had exercised her authority as judge to halt the match.
Yet in the resumed bout, he had fought with equal ferocity and ultimately claimed victory, earning himself the magnificent title of the Unyielding Blood Hero.
Damn it—why do I keep being called the Immortal Chivalry Beauty?
Originally, he should have faced Sister Hyang-ok, but when the match order shifted, the bracket changed as well, leaving me to face him instead.
Well, such is the charm of a Friendly Martial Arts Tournament.
In any case, the Pungha Sect disciple had defeated his opponent in the second round and advanced to this third match.
We stood facing each other, each wearing seven tiles across our bodies.
I clasped my fists in salute and spoke to him.
“Though there was an unfortunate incident in the previous match, I do not believe it should prevent us from competing. I hope we can have a good match.”
He responded with a meaningful smile and returned the salute.
That smile… what is it?
So-an Warrior’s mouth opened.
“I appreciate your words, but I cannot accept them. I witnessed the Great Hero’s divine presence just now, and I have determined there is no way I can win.”
Surely not… surely this isn’t happening? It can’t be!
“Therefore, with a humble heart, I wish to forfeit this match. My condition is already quite poor from the strenuous matches I’ve endured. I have no confidence I can withstand the Great Hero’s divine presence in my current state. Please understand.”
He cried out toward the audience seating.
“I concede!”
As if the agreement had already been reached, the Pungha Sect Leader was nodding readily.
“Uh… wait, hold on…”
Yet my hand could only grasp at empty air.
Geum Yeon-hwa ascended the martial arena and declared.
“So-an forfeits! The victor of this match is Eun Seo-ho!”
“Roooaaarrr!”
“Immortal Chivalry Beauty! Immortal Chivalry Beauty!”
Thus I had no choice but to descend from the martial arena, trudging down amid the cheers.
“I have returned.”
“Well done.”
“I’m not sure this counts as a proper victory without even drawing my blade once.”
At my words, Father chuckled and replied.
“I’ve always said that no matter which path you take, as long as you reach Beijing, that’s what matters. After all, you’ve won, haven’t you?”
“I suppose that’s true.”
“And the Merchant didn’t simply forfeit—he withdrew after witnessing your strength when you rushed in to save Hyang-ok Warrior. How could that possibly diminish your honor?”
“You make a fair point.”
Thus, I had ascended through three consecutive forfeit victories.

At that moment, Maeng Eung Dae-ju hurried urgently to the League Master.
He reported quietly to the League Master, who then summoned Geum Yeon-hwa.
Geum Yeon-hwa nodded and ascended the martial arts arena.
“The postponed match between Hyang-ok Warrior and Seo-mun Il-sin Warrior must regrettably be decided in Hyang-ok Warrior’s favor, as Seo-mun Il-sin Warrior is in no condition to compete.”
— Chirp!
At that moment, Geumryeong returned to my sleeve.
The moment I sensed something was amiss with Seomun Il-sin Young Master, I had asked Geumryeong to find the real one and assist him.
— How did it go? Is he alive?
— Chirp!
Fortunately, he was alive.
Had he perished, I would have felt remorse toward him.
No matter how I looked at it, this situation seemed to have arisen because of the future I had altered.
Even so, I would not carry guilt.
The future I changed was undoubtedly a better one, and I would move forward toward it steadfastly.
“Therefore, the champion of Ji-jo will be determined by the match between Seon Hyeop Mi-rang Eun Seo-ho of the Eunhae Trading Company and Hyang-ok, the Swift Wind Immortal of the Ami Sect, after the midday meal.”

With the situation settled, I made my way to Sister Hyang-ok.
I felt obligated to offer her some comfort.
“Sister Hyang-ok. Are you alright?”
Sister Hyang-ok nodded with a composed expression.
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“It’s rather ironic how things have unfolded.”
“Indeed.”
Sister Hyang-ok looked directly into my eyes and asked.
“So, what are you planning to do?”
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
“Are you planning to lose on purpose?”
“….”
I found myself unable to answer her question. The truth was, I had indeed intended to lose this match deliberately.
But now… the situation had changed.
“I know you’re stronger than me. But if you fight while holding back for my sake, I might become twisted with humiliation.”
Cold sweat beaded on my forehead at Sister Hyang-ok’s words.
The mere thought of a twisted Sister Hyang-ok filled me with considerable dread.
“So think carefully about this.”
Just then, Palgap appeared and called out to me.
“Young Master. The League Master is asking for you.”
“Understood.”
I turned to Sister Hyang-ok and said.
“I shall take my leave now.”
I then followed the League Master’s attendant into the Murim Alliance headquarters.
Dealings with the Murim Alliance always made me tense, but ever since learning that the Murim Alliance was the culprit behind the destruction of Seolpung Palace, my anxiety had only deepened.
I could afford no mistakes in my actions.
The place I arrived at was the same chamber where my merits and rewards had been discussed after I saved people during the previous Yongbong Martial Arts Tournament.
Within it sat prominent figures of the Murim Alliance on both sides.
Some I had connections with, some I merely knew by face, and some I scarcely recognized.
I cupped my fist and bowed respectfully toward them.
“So-sang Eun Seo-ho pays respects to the League Master and the esteemed elders.”
“Come closer.”
At the League Master’s words, I straightened and walked to the center of the conference room.
“Thanks to you, we’ve managed to avert a great calamity this time as well.”
“As I mentioned before, it was simply my duty to act. Had something grave befallen my cousin, my entire family would have grieved.”
I continued with careful deliberation.
“However, I haven’t heard news of Seomun Gongja. Is he well?”
The answer came from the Seo Mun Family Head.
“Thank you for your concern. Fortunately, someone rescued him after he fell into the river, and he was found on the riverbank.”
“I’m relieved to hear that.”
“But I don’t know who saved me….”
“They must be a virtuous person. They simply hid their identity because they dislike having their good deeds known.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because that’s exactly how I feel right now.”
I continued speaking.
“Simply being here in this place already makes me feel unworthy.”
“Your modesty is excessive. You’ve done more than enough to deserve it.”
“I apologize.”
“So then, what reward do you desire?”
“That is….”
“Ah! You cannot ask to be withdrawn from the martial tournament.”
Tsk! I almost had it.
I pondered for a moment before a brilliant idea came to mind.
Yes, that would work perfectly.

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