Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder's Daily Rise to Power and Face-Slapping

"He is the emperor! Then what am I? I am the eldest prince!"

"He's someone who just returned from a peripheral star system. Even if he's the crown prince, what right does he have to succeed to the throne!"

Derian's face was full of resentment. If he had killed Leng Yuexing earlier, he would not have had the chance to become emperor now.

If he had obtained the advanced man-finding rat back then, he might have discovered that Leng Yuexing was the crown prince long ago!

Overwhelmed with endless regret, Derian gasped for breath in anger.

The high priest looked at Derian with a stern expression, "Your mother murdered the late emperor, and your position as the eldest prince is illegitimate, so naturally you cannot inherit the throne!"

"I disagree! I absolutely will not agree to him becoming the emperor of North!" Derian retorted loudly.

"I will challenge him!"

Leng Yuexing bent down to help the High Priest up. From the moment he appeared, the High Priest had been supporting him, and he would definitely cherish this trust.

The throne of North is indeed one that can be challenged.

When one is about to inherit the throne, one can accept challenges from the royal family.

If the opponent succeeds in the challenge, then they must relinquish the throne.

Leng Yuexing was naturally not afraid of Derian's challenge.

Upon hearing this, he said coldly, "I accept your challenge."

"Your Highness! You've just returned..." The High Priest still wanted to persuade Leng Yuexing.

Leng Yuexing raised her hand to stop him from continuing, "High Priest, rest assured, I will not fail."

The high priest hesitated, then sighed softly.

"The challenge consists of three rounds. Only by winning all three rounds against Derian can you successfully inherit the throne."

Leng Yuexing smiled lightly, "I understand, let's begin."

Upon hearing this, the high priest slowly rose, his gaze sharp and fixed on Derian's eyes, as if trying to see into his heart.

“Derrian,” the high priest’s voice was deep and powerful, “you are indeed qualified to challenge His Highness the Crown Prince.”

"But you must know clearly that if you fail the challenge, you will be expelled from the planet North and never be able to return here again."

His words struck Derian's heart like a heavy hammer, causing him to tremble slightly.

What he feared was not leaving the planet North, but failing the challenge and losing the throne forever!

"I've made up my mind!" Derian gritted his teeth and squeezed out the three words.

The high priest stared at Derian, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded. "In that case, the challenge begins!"

"The first challenge of mental strength!" the high priest announced solemnly.

The three rounds of the challenge are an age-old rule that no one can change.

Following procedure, the high priest had Leng Yuexing and Delian stand facing each other, and the two began to fight with their mental powers.

"start!"

As the high priest's voice fell, Leng Yuexing and Delian simultaneously and without hesitation released their powerful mental energy, which collided instantly.

This is a war without gunpowder, and only Leng Yuexing and Delian can feel the clash of their spiritual powers.

A storm seemed to rage in their minds, each clash of mental energy like a thunderbolt, deafening.

Leng Yuexing originally thought that Derian's mental strength was nothing special, but now he realized that Derian's mental strength was actually quite powerful, far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.

However, this is only relative to others. For Leng Yuexing, Derian's mental strength is far from sufficient.

Thinking of all the torment Derian inflicted on the Chosen One in her previous life, Leng Yuexing felt a surge of nameless rage.

He decided to make Derian experience the torment as well.

Leng Yuexing's spiritual power surged towards Delian like a raging tide.

His mental power was like an extremely sharp dagger, piercing straight into Derian's mind.

The mental protective barrier that Derian set up for himself was, in Leng Yuexing's eyes, as fragile as a piece of white paper, which he easily punctured.

The next moment, Derian crouched down, clutching his head, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

The pain of being attacked in the brain by mental force is something that most people cannot bear.

This is why members of the royal family with the highest spiritual power can become emperors; no one wants to endure such excruciating pain.

Leng Yuexing only withdrew her mental energy when Derian rolled his eyes and looked like he was about to faint.

Derian's attacks on Leng Yuexing's mental energy were completely unable to break through the mental barrier set up by Leng Yuexing; they could only wander around Leng Yuexing's body.

At this moment, Derian was covered in cold sweat and his face was deathly pale.

"Drian, do you still want to continue the challenge?" the high priest asked in a deep voice.

After each round, the challenger had the right to withdraw from the challenge, and the high priest, as was customary, inquired about it.

Derian shook his head. If Leng Yuexing succeeds in the challenge even once, he will not be able to become an emperor.

He has two more chances, and he will definitely not let Leng Yuexing succeed.

"The second round is the written test," the high priest said in a deep voice.

According to the rules, in the second round of the written test, all the nobles and ministers present would pose questions, and the person who answered the most questions would be the winner.

According to their positions, the nobleman standing on the far left asks the questions.

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment before asking, "What was the name of the first emperor of the planet North?"

……

Until the last nobleman finished asking his question, Derian stared at Leng Yuexing with disbelief.

He simply couldn't accept the fact that Leng Yuexing had answered more questions correctly than he had!

He thought he had this round in the bag.

After all, Leng Yuexing had only been back on Nors Star for less than a month, so how much understanding could she possibly have about this place?

However, reality gave Derian a resounding slap in the face.

He failed his challenge again, leaving him with only one last chance.

He clenched his fists tightly. In this final round, he would give it his all and absolutely not allow himself to fail again.

"Round Three, Interstellar Sandbox!"

As soon as the high priest finished speaking, the attendants standing to the side stepped forward and handed Leng Yuexing and Delian a pair of black glasses each.

Leng Yuexing knew that these eyes were a bridge connecting the real and virtual worlds. Through these eyes, he and Delian could enter the virtual battlefield and wage virtual war.

He slowly put on his glasses, and the world before his eyes instantly became blurry.

However, in the next instant, his vision suddenly became incredibly clear, and a completely new world unfolded before his eyes.

It was a virtual battlefield filled with high technology and science fiction elements, with all sorts of bizarre buildings and machines standing around it, dazzling the eye.

Before him was a huge virtual panel, like a transparent wall, with lights and lines of various colors flashing on it, connecting his army and various weapons and equipment.

In the center of the panel, there is a prominent countdown timer with red numbers constantly jumping, indicating that there are still thirty seconds left before the battle begins.

As the countdown progressed, Leng Yuexing's fingers began to move rapidly across the virtual panel.

Under his control, the images on the virtual panel kept changing, the soldiers' positions were readjusted, and the power of the weapons and equipment was maximized.

Various tactics and strategies flashed through Leng Yuexing's mind. He needed to make the best arrangements within these short thirty seconds to ensure victory in the battle.