kirupakaran

Warning: This work contains elements of mature content featuring sex, violence, and gore. 

Follow the journey of a wandering drunk swordsman who will punch immortals, kick demons, and cut down gods as he ascends the heavens in search of better women and wine.... hic...

Women, Wine, and Wager

The three most terrible vices a man could possess. Luckily, Duncan was only afflicted with two - women & wine. As an ordinary spirit stone miner, Duncan only cared about earning money to indulge in his two vices.

However, Duncan's fate had a twist in the form of a cantankerous old man who wanted to both reward and punish him in good measure. It leaves Duncan with a rather poor opinion of cultivators in general.

Pulled into the world of cultivation unwittingly, Duncan only cares for three things. His sword, his wine, and his women.

Demon Immortal

The young man flew away and smashed into the wall at the other end. His body folded in half as he gasped for his breath. There was a sword cut running horizontally across his stomach and from it came green blood that was much darker in color.

Duncan's arms trembled from the impact, but he withstood the impact by gritting his teeth. He lowered his eyes and saw a reddish hue emanating from his sword. The sight of it aroused the bloodlust in him more.

Duncan calmly walked towards the young man. His pace was neither fast nor slow. He walked as if he was taking a leisurely stroll across the countryside. The sword in his hand glowed red from the hue and it created a macabre sight.

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