I accidentally Married the Leader of the Noble Path

“You’re fairly clever. Considering you’re from the noble path, I’ll let you off this time. But there won’t be a next time,” Shangguan Rouyue said coldly.

The cultivator felt as though he had been granted amnesty. The crushing pressure that had been weighing on him vanished, leaving him feeling light and free.

Scrambling to his feet, he prepared to flee, but Qin Nan’s voice stopped him.

“Is there something else?” the cultivator asked nervously, his fear palpable.

“You nearly scared us to death, and now you think you can just leave? Is it that simple?” Qin Nan’s voice was icy.

The cultivator’s eye twitched. Scared them to death? Clearly, he was the one who’d been terrified out of his mind! Throughout the entire ordeal, these two had been calm and composed.

But he didn’t dare refute. Angering them might cost him his life.

Stealing a glance at Shangguan Rouyue, he saw her cold expression, devoid of any discernible thoughts.

Although Qin Nan’s cultivation was weak, Shangguan Rouyue’s strength was unfathomable—completely beyond his comprehension.

“What do you want…?” the cultivator asked cautiously.

“That artifact over there is not bad. Let’s consider it compensation for your mistakes,” Qin Nan said, pointing at the flying artifact that had fallen to the ground.

The cultivator’s expression soured with reluctance, but after weighing his options, he nodded.

He had no choice—his life was more important.

Reluctantly, the cultivator picked up the flying artifact and handed it to Qin Nan.

“This is only right. From now on, this Jade Willow Leaf is yours. May I leave now?” he asked hesitantly.

“If you don’t leave, do you expect me to treat you to dinner before you go?” Qin Nan retorted coldly.

“No, no, I’m leaving now!” The cultivator dared not stay a moment longer. Staying might cost him not only his life but all his belongings.

He fled at top speed, flying as far as he could, terrified that Shangguan Rouyue might change her mind. If that happened, he wouldn’t even know how he died.

As for the demonic cultivator he’d been pursuing earlier? That could wait—his life was the priority.

Qin Nan held the Jade Willow Leaf, examining it with great interest.

The Jade Willow Leaf, true to its name, was a lifelike willow leaf carved from jade. It appeared fragile but was actually a rare flying artifact of impressive quality, possibly high-grade.

To possess a high-grade flying artifact, it seemed the status and position of the cultivator just now were not insignificant.

Though in front of Shangguan RouYue, he was only fit to crawl.

For someone like Qin Nan, who was currently dirt poor and in dire need of resources, this treasure was a windfall.

If he’d known he was this wealthy, he would’ve looted him completely,  though the thought was now moot as the man had already fled.

He tested the Jade Willow Leaf. It responded easily, though Qin Nan feigned ignorance and asked his wife for instructions.

With a light toss, the small leaf expanded and floated in midair.

Qin Nan leapt onto it. Despite its seemingly delicate appearance, the leaf only sank slightly before stabilizing.

“Come on, wifey. Let me take you flying—and show off a little while we’re at it,” Qin Nan said, extending a hand to Shangguan Rouyue.

Shangguan Rouyue’s lips curved into a faint smile. Without a word, she reached out and took his hand.

With a gentle tug, she floated onto the Jade Willow Leaf as if weightless.

The two stood close together, their bodies almost touching.

The leaf soared into the sky, rising a hundred meters above the treetops. The view opened up, revealing a breathtaking panorama.

Riding the wind, they glided freely, navigating the open air.

The only challenge was the strong wind, which threatened to knock them off balance.

Qin Nan leaned back strategically, resting against Shangguan Rouyue’s softness, thoroughly enjoying his front-row seat to comfort.

Shangguan Rouyue, long accustomed to her husband’s antics, didn’t mind. Wrapping her snowy Qin Nan felt utterly at ease—his wife’s embrace was truly unparalleled.

Qin Nan felt utterly at ease—his wife’s embrace was truly unparalleled.

The Jade Willow Leaf proved its worth as a high-grade artifact, remaining steady even in the face of strong winds.

But steadiness wasn’t what Qin Nan sought—he wanted excitement.

He deliberately made the leaf wobble, tilting and veering as though buffeted by gusts. Sometimes, it darted forward suddenly, creating a thrilling, risky ride.

This forced their bodies even closer together, leaving no space between them as he savored the intimacy.

“Troublemaker,” Shangguan Rouyue murmured.

She knew her husband’s playful nature well but found it endearing rather than annoying.

She tightened her embrace.

“When did you learn to take advantage of me, wifey?” Qin Nan teased, his expression mock-serious.

“Stop talking nonsense,” Shangguan Rouyue replied, shooting him a sharp glance.

Normally reserved and taciturn, Shangguan Rouyue spoke more freely with Qin Nan, though her words were often concise.

Qin Nan adored her personality—reserved yet gentle, capable yet graceful, and with just the right touch of aloofness to keep things interesting.

The biggest charm, of course, lay in the contrast—aloof by day and… well, let’s leave the rest to imagination.

The couple continued soaring above the forest, completely absorbed in their joy, forgetting their original task of gathering herbs.

Only when the sun began to set did they remember their destination and quickly head back to NiuJiao Village.

…

“Qin Nan, no matter what, you owe us an explanation today!” 

“That’s right! An explanation! Is this how you treat patients? You’re nothing but a quack!” 

Qin Nan stood expressionless as he faced the angry villagers clamoring before him.

The villagers had gathered outside the Qin family home early in the morning, but none dared step inside, as if wary of something.

At the center of their group, a man lay motionless on a makeshift stretcher. His body was wrapped in layers of bandages, his face pale with an ominous dark hue spreading across his brow—a telltale sign of someone on the brink of death.

Initially, seeing them carrying someone over, Qin Nan had assumed they had come seeking medical help. But after hearing their accusations, he realized this wasn’t a plea for treatment—it was another attempt at extortion.

The supposed “dying” man on the stretcher was familiar to him. Qin Nan had treated him just yesterday for a minor ailment, nothing more than a common cold. A quick diagnosis, a packet of medicine, and the man had left. Yet here he was today, lying on a stretcher as if moments from death, surrounded by his friends and family, all shouting accusations and slander.

“Should I chase them away, hubby?” asked Shangguan Rouyue.

“No need,” driving them off now would make it seem like we’re guilty of something. Don’t worry, this is a trivial matter—hardly worth your attention. If they dare to get physical, then you can step in.” Qin Nan replied.

“Understood,” Rouyue replied.

With that, Qin Nan strode forward confidently, his expression darkening as he scanned the familiar faces of the villagers. Though they weren’t close to him, he recognized many of them—neighbors he’d crossed paths with over the years. His gaze finally settled on the man lying on the stretcher, and a glimmer of disdain flickered in his eyes.

“You nearly killed my brother, Qin Nan! Don’t think staying silent will get you out of this! You must give us an explanation today!” a burly, dark-skinned man growled, stepping forward.

Clearly, the man was no stranger to physical labor; his muscular build and sun-darkened skin told that much. Normally, someone like him might seem honest and hardworking, but right now, he was acting like nothing more than a ruffian, his demeanor aggressive and full of malice.

“What explanation do you want from me? You’ve got some nerve, coming here with this pathetic stunt. How much do you want? Go ahead, name your price for this act of extortion.”