High Martial Arts: I Travel Through Heaven and Earth Through Dreams

After leaving Qingzhou City, the caravan headed south along the official road.

The first few days were relatively peaceful.

The official road was fairly smooth, and some villages and towns could be seen along the way.

Although most of them appear somewhat desolate, at least basic order is still maintained.

But as the caravan ventured deeper inland, the sights along the way became increasingly appalling.

The road became rugged and difficult to travel.

Everywhere you look, there are families, ragged refugees fleeing the disaster.

They were emaciated and had blank stares, staggering along the road like walking corpses.

Perhaps the chamber of commerce leaders felt some pity and did not drive away the refugees along the way.

They would even distribute some food to the caravan when they rested.

This scene puzzled the guards. Weren't merchants known for being only interested in profit?

Why would you help these refugees now?

Unable to figure this out, they stopped thinking about it and went back to doing their own thing.

The caravan's decisions were none of their business; those martial arts masters hadn't even spoken yet.

On this day, the caravan arrived at a dangerous place called Black Wind Gorge.

Black Wind Gorge is flanked by towering, steep cliffs on both sides, with only a narrow passage in the middle that can only accommodate two horse-drawn carriages side by side.

This place has a treacherous terrain, making it the perfect location for bandits to rob travelers and a nightmare for all merchants.

The massive caravan, like a long snake, slowly made its way into the depths of the canyon.

At that moment, the hearts of all the guards were in their throats.

"Everyone, stay alert and keep an eye on the cliffs on both sides!"

The caravan's guard commander, a seasoned veteran, loudly reminded them.

However, what you fear most is what happens.

Just as the caravan reached the narrowest point of the canyon, a sudden change occurred.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!"

With a sharp whooshing sound, countless poisoned arrows poured down from the cliffs on both sides.

"Enemy attack! All personnel, prepare for battle!"

The roar of the guard commander instantly echoed throughout the canyon.

Upon being reminded, the guards reacted swiftly, activating their internal energy to form simple defensive formations.

Even though the enemy's sword rain was already very dense, it still could not break through the true energy barrier erected by the guards.

Just kidding, these hundreds of people are all at least first-class level, and there are even seven martial arts masters.

With such a lineup, how could ordinary sword rain possibly harm them?

However, shortly after the rain of swords stopped, hundreds of masked bandits leaped down from the cliffs on both sides.

They came from all directions, each wielding a sharp blade, and charged madly towards the caravan.

"Protect the master, protect the goods, follow me and kill!"

The guard commander drew his sword and roared as he charged forward.

A fierce battle erupted instantly in the canyon.

Although the number of bandits far exceeded the number of caravan guards, the quality of their warriors was not high.

With the combined efforts of the seven martial arts masters in the caravan, the bandits suffered a one-sided massacre.

In a short time, the bandits who came to launch the attack suffered heavy casualties and were forced to retreat in defeat.

Just when the caravan members thought the situation was settled, an aura so powerful it was suffocating descended from the sky.

An old man dressed in a black robe slowly descended from the cliffs on either side.

Finally, it floated lightly down onto the roof of the most magnificent carriage in the very center of the caravan.

"Grandmaster?!"

The moment the guard commander felt that terrifying pressure, his expression changed drastically, and endless despair appeared in his eyes.

He knew that today was the end.

Once a grandmaster makes a move, even if the seven martial artists join forces, they won't be able to withstand a single blow.

All the guards who were fighting felt their hearts tremble under the oppressive aura of that grandmaster.

The caravan manager was so frightened that his face turned ashen and he collapsed to the ground.

The black-robed grandmaster ignored the guards around him, who were like ants in his eyes.

His gaze, like that of a hawk, was fixed on the carriage beneath him, his voice hoarse and cold.

"Your Highness, please come out."

"My master has given orders that he does not want you to return to the capital alive."

These words shocked everyone present.

Princess? !

The person sitting in this carriage is none other than the current princess!

All the guards, including the steward Liu, stared at the carriage with incredulous eyes.

They never dreamed that the person they were escorting was such a precious and noble person.

Lin Hanzhou's gaze also sharpened slightly.

He had long suspected that this caravan was somewhat unusual.

Those five martial arts masters surrounding the same carriage—anyone could tell that there must be an important figure among them.

What he didn't expect was that this important figure was actually the princess of the current dynasty.

Just as everyone was in shock, the curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted by a small, fair hand.

A girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a plain-colored long dress, stepped down from the carriage.

She is none other than Li Yuechan, the ninth princess of the current Daqian Dynasty.

At this moment, although her face was somewhat pale, there was no fear in her clear eyes.

Instead, he possessed a composure and nobility unique to royalty, which was inconsistent with his age.

She faced the black-robed master directly and spoke calmly.

"You're the eldest prince's man, aren't you? Tell him he's achieved his goal."

"I'm at your disposal, but please spare these innocent entourage members; they have nothing to do with this."

"Hahaha……"

Upon hearing this, the black-robed grandmaster let out a harsh laugh.

"Your Highness, you are still too naive. My master has ordered that everyone who saw you here today must be killed!"

"You will all die here."

Before he finished speaking, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised his palm, circulating his inner energy.

It seemed he wanted to use this one palm strike to turn everyone in the caravan into dust!

At this critical moment, Lin Hanzhou, who was mixed in with the crowd, made a move.

The black-robed master paused, then abruptly turned his head to look in a certain direction.

Suddenly, the young man in black, whom he had been ignoring, appeared before him.

Lin Hanzhou did not draw his sword, nor did he use any martial arts techniques.

He simply threw a seemingly ordinary punch at the black-robed grandmaster.

This punch contained his immense spiritual power, as if it had frozen the surrounding space.

The black-robed master's pupils shrank sharply; he sensed an unprecedented sense of crisis from that punch.

He tried to withdraw his palm and retreat, but found that he was already locked onto by an invisible aura.

He gathered all his inner energy into his palm, gritted his teeth, and met the attack head-on.

Fist and palm collided silently in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any violent shockwave.

There was only one sound, a crisp "crack" like glass shattering.

Before everyone's horrified eyes, the black-robed master's hand was instantly pierced, and his entire arm turned into a bloody mist.

"puff--!"

The black-robed grandmaster himself was struck as if by lightning, and blood gushed from his mouth as if it were free.

He was sent flying backwards, crashing heavily into the distant mountainside.

It smashed the hard rocks, creating a huge, human-shaped crater.

At that moment, his face was filled with disbelief.

Clearly, he didn't understand why the other party had such strength.

Such terrifying power is probably comparable to that of a top grandmaster or even a great grandmaster.

However, Lin Hanzhou gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He strolled leisurely towards the heavily injured grandmaster.

"Who...who are you?! Are you going to oppose the First Prince?"

The black-robed master struggled, looking at the monster with a horrified gaze, and roared.

"Oh? Does your eldest prince intend to oppose me?"

Lin Hanzhou's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile.

Under the horrified and desperate gaze of the grandmaster, he slowly extended a finger and gently pointed it at the other person.

"Pop".

A soft sound.

That grandmaster, a powerful figure in the martial arts world, capable of establishing his own sect and inspiring awe in countless martial artists.

His body stiffened abruptly, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

His consciousness, along with his dantian, was completely shattered by this one finger.

At this moment, the once powerful and influential master was utterly extinguished.

Suddenly, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Those once arrogant bandits were terrified and fled in panic without looking back.

The entire caravan, all the survivors, stared at Lin Hanzhou with the awe one would show to a god.

A grandmaster-level expert was actually defeated by him in just two casual moves?

They never imagined things would end this way.

Li Yuechan, the ninth princess of the Great Qian Dynasty, stood there in a daze.

Even someone as worldly-wise as her was utterly shocked at this moment.

Her clear, beautiful eyes reflected Lin Hanzhou's incredibly imposing figure.