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 downed Envoy Ming and shook his head.

Sure enough, cultivators seemed to forget the basic martial arts training they received as mortals after being cultivators for a long period of time. Looking at Envoy Ming's bloodied form to emerge from the rubble below, he couldn't help but lament about it inwardly.

Envoy Ming emerged from the rubble with blood dyeing his robes. He had a dignified look on his face. He looked at Duncan with hatred in his eyes. But, deep in his heart he was relieved that Duncan didn't press on.

The slash from Duncan had scored a gash across his torso. But, it was the punch that hurt him the most. His sternum ached even now. Seeing Duncan looking down on him from above, Envoy Ming felt indignant in his heart.

Battle Style