Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

The God of War, Jun Mu Han, is leading the heavenly soldiers and generals to patrol the six realms.

He stood above the boundless clouds, his body gently surrounded by soft and mysterious mist, but an inexplicable sense of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

Just as Liu Qianyu turned into a flash in the pan in the mountains, Jun Muchan's brows suddenly frowned, and a strange feeling arose in his heart for no reason, as if something important was quietly slipping away.

He held his breath and concentrated. The spiritual power that he had injected into Liu Qianyu's body disappeared without a trace.

An ominous premonition spread in his heart, and he immediately realized that something might have happened to Liu Qianyu.

"Feng Wuji, you lead the team to continue the patrol. I have something important to attend to and need to return to the Heavenly Palace immediately."

Jun Muhan turned to the deputy general beside him and said, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination.

Although Deputy General Feng Wuji was full of doubts, he quickly obeyed the order.

"Yes, Lord God of War! Please rest assured, I will live up to your trust."

Jun Muhan nodded slightly, his eyes softened a little, and added softly.

"Wu Ji, this time is not only to inspect the six realms, but also to let you experience and grow. When you break through your cultivation, I will eventually pass the heavy responsibility to your shoulders."

Feng Wuji's eyes were filled with excitement and determination, and he bowed.

"Thank you for your cultivation, Lord God of War. I will do my best to live up to your high expectations!"

Jun Muhan nodded with satisfaction, then his figure flashed, turned into a silver light, disappeared from the spot in an instant, and headed straight for the Heavenly Palace.

The Qionghua Palace was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Zi Ling was gently moving among the gorgeous flowers, carefully caring for each precious and exotic flower.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light broke the silence of the palace, and the God of War Mu Han appeared in the Qionghua Palace. His anxiety was hard to conceal on his stern face.

"Lord God of War!"

Zi Ling was shocked and quickly put down the work in her hands, knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully.

"Where is the flower god?"

Jun Muhan's voice was low and rapid, revealing his anxiety.

Zi Ling did not dare to be negligent and spoke quickly.

"Reporting to Lord God of War, Lord God of Flowers went to Naihe Bridge and has not returned for a long time."

Jun Muhan became even more worried. Without saying anything more, he flashed and turned into a stream of silver light again. He disappeared in front of the Qionghua Palace in an instant and went straight into the depths of the underworld.

Only Zi Ling was left there, looking at the fading spiritual light, praying silently in her heart, hoping that the God of Flowers was well.

The underworld is dark and deep. By the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po is holding a bowl of steaming medicine, gently comforting the wandering ghosts.

"Child, everything in this world is a thing of the past. Drink it, forget the past grudges and hatreds, and start anew."

At this moment, a dazzling silver light broke the silence of the underworld, and the figure of the God of War Jun Mu Han instantly appeared in front of Meng Po.

This scene was so sudden that the soup bowl in Meng Po's hand trembled slightly. She looked up in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Lord God of War? Why...why are you here?"

She had never thought that this high and mighty, majestic and inviolable God of War would personally step into the underworld, let alone appear on the side of her small Naihe Bridge.

Jun Muhan didn't explain much. His eyes were sharp and anxious, and he went straight to the point.

"Where is the flower god?"

Meng Po's expression changed slightly, she sighed, and slowly put down the bowl of soup in her hand.

"Lady Flower God has left the Netherworld and headed for the human world. She said that she would personally make up for the chaos in the human world caused by her and put everything back on track."

Jun Muhan's heart sank suddenly, and then turned into a ray of silver light and rushed straight to the human world without hesitation.

Meng Po looked at the direction where the God of War left and couldn't help but sigh.

"Is this the god of war who practices the ruthless way?"

Ah, love, just a simple word.

The ginseng is not fully understood, the demon’s way is unclear, and the ghost cannot be forgotten.

Even the invincible God of War in the six realms over the past tens of thousands of years was caught in the chaos!

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From then on, the immortals and monsters in the four seas and eight wildernesses could occasionally catch a glimpse of the silver figure flashing across the sky, but they had never seen where he actually stayed.

Everyone was speculating, why did this once cold and ruthless god of war become so elusive?

What on earth are they looking for?

As time goes by, a hundred years pass by like quicksand on your fingertips, disappearing silently.

Jun Muhan traveled across the six realms.

During this long search, his figure seemed increasingly lonely.

Lonely and desolate.

The moonlight is as bright as a silk thread, and the moon goddess Youlan gently spreads her fluttering sleeves, spreading the silver light gently into the boundless night sky.

The God of War, Jun Mu Han, sat alone on a stone platform carefully carved out of thousand-year-old ice.

He gazed quietly at the ancient jade tree not far away. Its branches were lush and each leaf seemed to carry fragments of memories from the past.

That was Liu Qianyu's favorite place to stay. When he closed his eyes to practice, she would wait quietly not too far away, watching him with her beautiful eyes.

Since that separation, she has never appeared in his sight again, but her voice, appearance and smile are as deep as a brand, lingering in his mind all the time.

Jun Muhan could no longer deceive his own heart.

It has been deeply rooted and cannot be broken off.

He panicked and lost his direction.

A hundred years of fruitless efforts.

Where is that persistent little fool?

Jun Muhan's figure suddenly disappeared on the stone platform, and he instantly flashed to Liu Qianyu's Qionghua Palace.

Inside the palace, the fragrance of flowers was overwhelming, and exotic flowers and plants were competing for beauty. Every flower seemed to carry Liu Qianyu's smile, gorgeous and vivid.

He slid his fingertips lightly across the delicate petals.

I recalled Liu Qianyu's whisper in my ear when I was practicing with my eyes closed.

"Do you know? I recently learned how to brew flower wine. I buried it under the jade tree in Qionghua Palace. When you can accept me, I will use it as our wedding wine, okay?"

As his thoughts surged, Jun Muchan raised his hand, and spiritual energy surged from his palm, transforming into an invisible force.

Following a slight vibration, the soil under the jade tree slowly cracked, and a jar of long-sealed wine slowly emerged.

The surface of the wine jar is covered with traces of time and mottled with dirt, revealing a simple and vicissitudes of beauty.

He raised his index finger lightly, and a breeze flowed out from his fingertips, gently brushing away the dust on the wine jar, revealing its original appearance.

Jun Muhan gently took the jar of wine into his palm.

The moment the lid of the jar is opened, a rich and mellow aroma of wine hits your nose.

The color of the wine was as deep as blood, just like the gorgeous sunset glow at sunset. It was beautiful, but it also made him feel sad.

Jun Muhan raised his head and slowly poured the wine into his mouth.

is bitter.

Zi Ling had been standing there silently without her noticing, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Lord God of War, whenever Lord God of Flowers misses you, he will pick flowers and make wine with his own hands."

"But her tears often dripped into the altar inadvertently."

Jun Muhan's hands were trembling slightly, and the jar of wine in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He suppressed the pain in his heart and drank the whole jar of wine in one gulp.

The bitter wine slid down his throat, cutting him like a sharp blade.

He raised his hand and gently stroked his heart. There was a missing piece there that no amount of divine power could fill.

Jun Muhan smiled bitterly, a hint of self-mockery and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

It turns out that even he, who possesses supreme divine power, can sometimes feel so powerless.

It turned out that the fairyland without her was so desolate and deserted.