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 mark that denoted her as the descendant of the Spirit Clan was nowhere to be seen. Duncan hadn't noticed it till now. He didn't know when it disappeared, but there was no trace of it on Leia's back currently.

"Your mark. The one that was on your back that caused such a fuss in the auction house. It is gone. There is no trace of it," Duncan said solemnly causing Leia to turn around and look at him in bewilderment.

"You don't have the mark anymore, Leia. It has vanished as if it hadn't been present before at all. Your back is plain apart from the bruises you have all over your body," Duncan said furrowing his brows.

"I don't know much about it. I too heard about it for the first time in the auction house. Do you have any knowledge regarding it? Has your father said anything about it?"

Obtaining News