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

A magnificent ice and snow landscape is slowly unfolding across the northern land.

Looking into the distance, the land thousands of miles away is covered by a thick layer of ice, like a huge silver mirror reflecting the cold light of winter.

However, Lin Hanzhou had no interest in appreciating this exotic scenery at this moment.

His figure flashed across the vast snowfield like a black lightning bolt.

In just half a day, he traveled an unknown distance and arrived near Hertu, the capital of the Qing Dynasty.

The closer he got to this magnificent city built on the ice field, the more clearly he could sense the abnormality of the place.

"Such abundant spiritual energy! Could there be a high-grade spiritual vein here?"

Lin Hanzhou felt the spiritual energy in the air becoming increasingly dense, and couldn't help but marvel.

The spiritual energy here is so rich that it almost becomes tangible.

A thin layer of spiritual mist floated in the air.

Even the most powerful spiritual veins in the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty have a much lower concentration of spiritual energy than this place.

"I knew I was right to come here; there's definitely a big secret here."

Without the slightest hesitation, he stormed into the imperial city of the Qing Dynasty.

Inside the imperial city, the scene remains peaceful and serene.

Clearly, news of the Qing Dynasty's defeat at the front had not yet reached this area.

Soon, Lin Hanzhou entered the palace.

At this moment, a grand banquet is being held throughout the palace.

It seems they believe that the ten Grandmasters will definitely be able to take down the Great Qian Dynasty, and they're celebrating with champagne ahead of time.

"You didn't invite me to such a grand banquet. It seems you're already courting death."

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

"Who are you? This is the Imperial Palace of the Qing Dynasty. Do you think someone like you can come here?"

"Oh dear, why waste words with such lowly people? Where are the guards? How did they let such lowly people in?"

"Hmm? This doesn't seem to be a Qing Dynasty person. He doesn't even have a money-tailed rat. This is a Han Chinese from the Great Qian Dynasty!"

.......

As these high-ranking officials chattered amongst themselves, the imperial guards who had come upon hearing the commotion surrounded Lin Hanzhou.

"You audacious Han Chinese, how dare you run wild in my Great Qing Imperial Palace! Do you know what a grave crime this is?"

An elderly man dressed in magnificent clothes walked slowly over. His eyes were sharp, and his aura clearly indicated that he was a grandmaster.

"Sorry, I forgot to hide when I came in. Could you please help me out?"

Lin Hanzhou waved his hand and said casually.

Immediately, an invisible, terrifying aura spread out from him!

All the guards surrounding him, whether grandmasters or martial artists, were struck as if by lightning, spitting blood and flying backward.

Those high-ranking officials with low cultivation levels were instantly reduced to blood mist, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The entire scene was suppressed by Lin Hanzhou with a simple wave of his hand.

"How dare you! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you're a grandmaster?"

"This is the highest center of power in the Qing Dynasty, this is my palace!"

As he spoke, an aura of a grandmaster rose up, and that person was none other than the current emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

"Hmm? A Grandmaster? And another low-quality Grandmaster, wait? This one seems slightly better than those ten low-quality ones."

Sensing the aura of a grandmaster, Lin Hanzhou pondered for a moment and quickly made his assessment.

Immediately afterward, before the Qing emperor could react, he unleashed a powerful "Great Sun Divine Fist".

This punch, as radiant as the sun, illuminated the ages, instantly suppressing the Qing emperor to the ground, rendering him immobile.

"How is this possible? I am a Grandmaster, how could I be so easily defeated?!"

The Qing emperor, realizing he was unable to move, looked at Lin Hanzhou in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible. Now it's my turn to ask you a question."

"I ask you, what's the deal with the spiritual energy of your Great Qing Dynasty? And what about those ten Grandmasters?"

Lin Hanzhou sat cross-legged on the ground, one hand supporting his chin, and asked the Qing Emperor on the ground a question.

"I...I don't know...I really don't know anything!"

When the Qing emperor heard this question, his expression clearly changed.

But he quickly covered it up, revealing a look of being terrified and incoherent.

"Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin?"