Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

"Do you know the man just now?" After entering the private room, Qiao Surong finally let go of Meng Zhiling who had been nervous.

"It's more than just acquaintance." Meng Zhiling frowned and looked coldly at the people at the table outside the window.

It was already past lunchtime, and the fact that they could have dinner in such a low-key place at this time already showed how strange this group of people were, not to mention that they were all looking around vigilantly.

Although they tried their best to disguise themselves as ordinary people in their words and actions, Meng Zhiling and Qiao Surong recognized at a glance that they were not ordinary humans in this world, but the legendary third type of people.

"Senior Brother, is this news true? Will our trip be in vain?" A young man sitting next to Meng Fan said worriedly. After all, they had been in Linhai City for two days but had not gained anything.

"Don't talk nonsense. The time has not come yet. When the time comes, we will naturally succeed." Meng Fan glared at the man next to him. He did not deliberately speak in a low voice. After all, what they said were things that everyone knew very well. Even if outsiders heard it, they would not know the specific content of what they said.

"Do you think we will run into Senior Brother Yunxiang this time? Didn't we have no news from him the last time he came to Linhai City?" Another child who looked only in his teens spoke innocently with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Clang..." The little boy had just finished speaking when he heard a loud sound of chopsticks hitting a bowl. A silver-haired old man sitting in the main seat looked at him angrily.

"Don't talk too much while eating. There are more important things to do after dinner."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent. Coincidentally, the old man glanced at the private room where Meng Zhiling was, and a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was meaningful, but no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

"Why are they here?" Qiao Surong had been looking at the group of strange people with vigilance. Suddenly, the action of the little boy revealed part of his neck, which was originally wrapped tightly.

The blood-red rose seemed to remind him of something.

"You know him too?" Meng Zhiling looked at him curiously, with a look of disbelief on her face, because she didn't remember knowing anyone like Qiao Surong before. Perhaps it was because she had only been active in Europe and the United States before.

Although she had heard Absalom say that she was of Chinese descent, in fact, it was only after her rebirth that she "returned" to China for the first time.

"I've only heard of them, but I've never met them. But don't they never interfere in China's affairs? Don't your team know about the entry of people like them?" Qiao Surong looked at Meng Zhiling sourly, as if accusing her, accusing her of "working" with Yuan Yongkai.

"Well, I really don't know. Anyway, I don't care who enters the country today and leaves the country tomorrow. I only care about how long they can live." Meng Zhiling looked outside, and the cold temperament in her eyes had filled the entire private room.

Old Bian Niang, who had just pushed the door open to deliver the food, felt as if she was in the coldest days of winter. Looking at the aura emanating from Meng Zhiling, she couldn't help but shiver.

What made Meng Zhiling unbelievable and heartbroken the most was that the master she respected so much was actually also a master of acting. If she hadn't been anxious to go back and save her master who was controlled by Meng Fan, how could she have fallen into the trap of Meng Fan and Yun Xiang and ended up being reduced to ashes.

But why was the Master, once controlled by Meng Fan, now in China with him? Why had he become their leader? Why was the Master, once beaten to near death by Meng Fan, still treated him with such respect?

There was no need to think about these questions at all. It turned out that this was all a trick played by the master and Meng Fan to lure her into a trap. She was really blind that she was so eager to save him.

"Don't be impulsive. Are you willing to destroy these rare artworks here?" Qiao Surong stepped forward and put his arm around Meng Zhiling's shoulders, letting her lean on his shoulder.

Because he could see that besides hatred, there was also disappointment and sadness in her eyes. He was reluctant to let such emotions appear in her eyes and on her face, and he would not allow anyone else to disturb his "first" date with her.

"Don't worry, I won't choose to end it here. Besides, I'm not strong enough to defeat them now. But since I've met them, I must at least understand the purpose of their trip. Stopping or destroying it is also a good option." Meng Zhiling looked at Qiao Surong, and the corner of her mouth raised a smile that matched his.

"Haha, Meng Meng, you are so sinister." Although he used derogatory words, Qiao Surong scratched Meng Zhiling's nose lovingly and didn't want to let go.

"Birds of a feather flock together." Meng Zhiling rolled her eyes, hinting at something.

"Just tell me when you need my help. For you, I would rather give up my life. It was you who saved my life." Qiao Surong looked at Meng Zhiling affectionately. In fact, he was already planning his next move in his heart.

After dinner, Meng Zhiling received a call from Yuan Yongkai. She looked at Qiao Surong hesitantly, but finally confessed honestly, "It was Team Leader Yuan who called."

He shrank his head guiltily, and even addressed her in a distant way, just to make the jealous guy feel a little better.

"Answer it. You usually call me so affectionately, and I'm not used to being called so formally." Qiao Surong glared at her. Although he was really uncomfortable in his heart, he still gave Meng Zhiling enough respect on the surface.

Meng Zhiling was "pardoned", stuck out her tongue, pursed her lips, and finally answered the phone.

"Yongkai, what's wrong?" Since Qiao Surong had already agreed, Meng Zhiling no longer had any scruples when she answered the phone.

There was nothing said between them in the first place. If there was anything, it was probably just a little bit of misunderstanding that Yuan Yongkai had for her that he couldn't let go of. If she were to say that he really loved her, Meng Zhiling might not agree.

"Zhiling, do you have time? Let's rush to Xiaoquan Temple right now. There is a huge energy fluctuation there. We will discuss the details later." Yuan Yongkai said urgently, but Meng Zhiling was a little confused.

She had no idea what Koizumi Temple was or where it was.

However, when she heard about the huge energy wave, her eyes immediately lit up. How could she miss out on such a good thing? She hadn't done anything in a long time, and she had been itching to do it for a long time.

"Okay, I'll leave right away." Meng Zhiling agreed immediately. She didn't want to delay Yuan Yongkai's preparations. After all, their workload was quite heavy.

"Are you really going?" Qiao Surong looked at Meng Zhiling seriously. This was the first time that Meng Zhiling felt that the situation was not as simple as she had imagined. Otherwise, Qiao Surong, who always had a playful smile in front of her, would not have such a serious face.

"Uh, really, but where is Koizumi Temple?" Meng Zhiling lowered her head and looked at him again. After all, she was not very familiar with China.

When Qiao Surong looked at Meng Zhiling's cute appearance, his forehead was indeed full of black lines, and he felt a little speechless.

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Qiao Surong pulled Meng Zhiling and stood up. Koizumi Temple was not a place where everyone could come out alive, and he really didn't feel comfortable with her taking the risk alone. Although she had Yuan Yongkai with her, he didn't trust anyone now.

As they walked out of the private room, they found that the group of people who had been eating in the hall had disappeared.

The two looked at each other and understood everything. When she received Yuan Yongkai's call, Meng Fan and his group had probably already started to act. Otherwise, how could they explain why they suddenly left before they had even taken a few bites of the food on the table?

"Haha, so that's their destination? Then it's even more necessary for me to go there!" Meng Zhiling narrowed her eyes slightly, looking confident. Even if she was not strong enough to pose a death threat to them now, she would not let them get everything they wanted.

Meng Zhiling didn't know exactly how fast Qiao Surong was driving the car. Anyway, she didn't know the exact location of Koizumi Temple, so she could only close her eyes and enjoy the passion brought by the speed.

Even so, it was two hours later when the car stopped.

When she opened her eyes, Meng Zhiling found herself on a mountain. After getting off the car, she saw that the mountain was shrouded in smoke. She regretted not appreciating the beautiful scenery along the way.

"Wow, so beautiful." Meng Zhiling couldn't help but sigh. For someone who has lived in a big city for many years, the scenery in front of her can be called a fairyland.

"All the heroes have gathered in my temple. I wonder what advice you have for me?" Meng Zhiling had just finished her sigh when she heard a deep voice coming from behind her. She immediately turned around, but saw only an ancient temple with a heavy door wide open, but there was no sign of any novice monk inside.

While I was marveling at the inner energy of the person who just spoke, I didn't want to rashly disturb the temple that looked so peaceful.

Just when Meng Zhiling was struggling to figure out how to answer his question, she heard a rustling sound of unhurried footsteps. She then realized that the man's question was not specifically directed at her and Qiao Surong. It seemed that someone else had entered the temple before them.

Then he followed Qiao Surong into Xiaoquan Temple, walked around the courtyard, and passed through a narrow path. Sure enough, the inner hall was already "crowded".

In the inner hall, a monk who looked detached and otherworldly stood on a high platform. His beard was already silver-white, but his spirit and appearance looked no different from that of a young man. Looking at his bright eyes, Meng Zhiling guessed that the words "a thousand-mile voice transmission" must have come from him.

"Abbot Yuanyin, please calm down. We just heard the news of your senior brother Master Yuanrong's passing, and we came here to mourn and pray. We really have no other intentions." Although in the crowd, Meng Zhiling still recognized that it was Meng Fan's voice.

"Haha, mourning and praying? That sounds nice, and you all act so righteous. But I think you are here for the relics. How can I allow outsiders like you to cause disturbances on my Chinese territory?" Meng Fan's words were just finished when he was taken over by a man who looked ferocious. With these words, the invisible smoke of war today was completely opened.