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

Duncan looked at the spilled wine, along with the broken gourd, and scowled.

Irritation shot through him as he stirred himself a bit. He never liked spilling wine. It was his one constant habit. He considered it to be a waste. As a qualified drunkard, Duncan had strong feelings regarding it.

And this was his wine that was spilled.

He could forgive the fact that he was almost killed, but he couldn't forgive someone who wasted his wine. With irritation etched on his face, Duncan rose. The listless feeling he had until now receded and Duncan felt that he could deal with it later.

For now, he wanted to head out and smash the face of the idiots who wasted his wine. Duncan unsheathed his sword and walked out of the cave angrily. He passed by the decaying carcass of the beast he had slayed and didn't even glance at it.

Again!