My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

The golden beam of light suddenly contracted, and Su Yurou's figure quickly became blurred in the light, eventually transforming into a stream of light that soared into the sky and disappeared into the heavens.

Su Yurou felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, followed by a bright light.

She found herself standing in a vast wilderness.

The sky was a strange pale yellow, as if covered by a thin layer of yellow sand.

In the distance are rolling mountains, bare and devoid of vegetation.

The air was filled with a dry and ancient scent, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

This is... the primordial world?

Suppressing her excitement, she quickly crushed the bone fragment that the teacher had given her, which she had been holding in her hand.

Click!

The bone fragment shattered upon impact, transforming into a soft white light that stretched out in a certain direction and disappeared into the distance.

Then, she stood still and waited.

However, what she received was not Houtu.

"There's still a Celestial Human there! Kill her! Take her essence and blood back to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

A sharp roar came from high above!

Su Yurou looked up abruptly and saw two dark figures swooping down from the clouds!

They were two monsters covered in scales and with two horns on their heads—they looked like humans, but their skin was covered with bluish-black scales, their hands had sharp claws, and their mouths revealed gleaming white fangs.

Monster Race!

Su Yurou's pretty face changed!

The two demons were incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye they were already in front of her!

Finished!

A wave of despair washed over Su Yurou!

She had just arrived in the prehistoric world and hadn't even had a chance to show her skills before she was going to die here?

Just as the two demons' sharp claws were about to seize her—

A soft light shone from the void.

The light was not dazzling; in fact, it was gentle, like the spring sunshine, with a comforting warmth.

The light gathered in front of Su Yurou, transforming into a slender figure.

It was a woman.

She wore an elegant white dress, her long hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, her face was stunning, and her temperament was gentle.

She stood there in the void, without any aura emanating from her, yet the two swooping demons seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, their figures suddenly halting!

"Hou... Houtu, the Ancestral Witch?!"

One of the demons saw the newcomer's face clearly and let out a terrified scream!

The other demon was so terrified that it turned around and tried to run away!

But Houtu simply raised her hand slightly.

The figures of the two demons seemed to have been paused, frozen in the void, completely still.

Then, their bodies began to disintegrate from the edges, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated in the wind.

From beginning to end, Houtu didn't even glance at them.

She turned around and looked at Su Yurou, her gaze gentle and warm.

Her gaze fell on the shattered bone fragment in Su Yurou's hand, and her eyes flickered.

"You have the bone fragments that I asked Xiaoyu to take back to him... Did he send you in to find me?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze brushing against your ear.

Su Yurou immediately knelt down and bowed, saying, "It was given to me by my teacher."

Houtu's gaze softened slightly: "You are his disciple?"

Su Yurou nodded: "Yes, I am the teacher's personal disciple."

Houtu remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes—a mixture of relief, nostalgia, and a touch of sadness.

Su Yurou secretly sized up the legendary primordial powerhouse before her.

Is this the person the teacher has been longing for?

It is indeed very beautiful...

Moreover, when she mentioned the teacher earlier, the other person's eyes clearly softened considerably.

A bold idea suddenly came to Su Yurou's mind.

She bit her lip, then knelt down again before Houtu:

"Su Yurou greets Master's wife!"

Houtu was clearly stunned upon hearing this.

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, like a young girl whose secret had been revealed.

"What are you doing? Did he tell you to call me that?"

Her voice held a fleeting hint of panic before she reached out to help Su Yurou up: "Get up, no need for formalities."

Su Yurou chuckled, "Teacher's wife, Teacher has always told me that you are just his friend... but Sister Xiaoyu and I can both see that he cares about you, and that you are very important to him."

"Of course, my teacher would never allow me to address you like that... If you, my teacher's wife, do not wish me to call you that, I will change my address to 'Sister Houtu,' just like Sister Xiaoyu does."

Upon hearing this, Houtu's blush deepened.

She was silent for a moment before saying softly, "Well... you can still call me Sister Houtu, just like Xiaoyu does."

Although she said that, Su Yurou could clearly feel that the other party's attitude towards her had completely changed.

If before Houtu was merely being polite to her as a "disciple of an old friend," now she has developed a sense of intimacy, like one of her own.

Su Yurou was secretly pleased with herself.

She made the right bet!

This Houtu sister clearly has deep feelings for her teacher!

Her address of "Master's wife" immediately shortened the distance between the two!

From this day forward, she has a very strong backer in the prehistoric world!

Just as Su Yurou had predicted, her life in the ancestral land of the Wu tribe was even more comfortable than she had imagined.

Houtu personally arranged accommodation for her—an independent courtyard near her palace, where the spiritual energy was among the most abundant in the entire ancestral land of the Wu clan.

Their daily meals consist of spiritual food carefully prepared by the dedicated staff of the Wu tribe. It is not only delicious but also subtly enhances their cultivation.

The resources needed for cultivation are abundant—elixirs, medicines, and cultivation manuals; Houtu never hesitates to provide them whenever she needs them.

After learning that she was Meng Chuan's personal disciple, the ancestral witches also took good care of her.

Especially Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, would always pat her head with a smile and say, "Mengchuan's disciple is one of our own in the Witch Clan. If you need anything, just ask!"

Zhu Jiuyin then gave her a jade slip containing insights into the laws of time, calling it a "gift for meeting you."

This made Su Yurou feel flattered and surprised.

She knew that all of this was because of the teacher's face.

The title "Master's Wife" elevated her to a special position in Houtu's heart.

In the days that followed, she mostly addressed Houtu as "Sister Houtu," but would occasionally slip up and say "Master's wife."

Every time she called out like that, Houtu's cheeks would flush red, and she would gently scold, "Don't call me that," but the joy in her eyes was undeniable.

Su Yurou chuckled inwardly.

She knew that her title of "Master's Wife" had successfully made Houtu look at her in a different light.