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

As the crowd watched the dust cloud eagerly, three lights shot out of the dust cloud and were sent flying into the distance.

The dust cleared and all anyone could see was a lone figure standing in the center of the dust cloud with a sword in his hand. The figure's back was straight and there was murderousness exuding from it in waves.

The onlookers couldn't help but gulp in fear looking at the figure.

In the distance, the trio rolled to a stop and sat up groaning. Even though they had utilized their best attacks, none of them were a match for Duncan's sword without their trump card. It disheartened them massively and they couldn't help but be afraid of the direction the fight was heading in.

The moment the clash occurred, they could intuitively feel the difference in power between them and Duncan. Duncan wasn't like a Spirit Sea realm cultivator at all. They all felt that he was akin to a Violet Palace realm cultivator.

Is he dead!?