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

Leia flushed in embarrassment seeing Duncan's hot eyes on her body.

It made her feel incredibly self-conscious. She couldn't help but think about the state she had been in last night. It was fine if she didn't think about the various perverted things Duncan did to her. But, the moment she thought about it, she felt her face burning in shame.

Evading her eyes, Leia coughed slightly.

The cough woke up Duncan from his reverie. He too realized how his actions came across and couldn't help but become sheepish. An awkward atmosphere once more engulfed the room.

In a bid to relieve the awkwardness, Duncan immediately spoke changing the topic.

"Ahem, I just came from the Blue Wind Society Hall. I think I have an idea on what caused the mark on your back to disappear suddenly," Duncan spoke fast trying to negate the awkwardness.

"What's the reason?" Leia asked curiously.

Are you leaving?