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 assembled Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged looks. They didn't think that Huang Muyang would be this ignorant of the problem. They could only conclude that Huang Muyang was establishing his authority in a roundabout way.

"Reporting to Your Eminence," a Golden Core cultivator who escaped earlier from the forest spoke first. "The entire forest before us is covered in a formation that even Nascent Soul experts couldn't break. There are several talented cultivators from various sects trapped inside. Some of their soul lamps had already broken. We request your help in breaking the formation and opening up the forest again, so we can go inside and take a look."

"Hmmm, I see," Huang Muyang fondled his long beard and looked ahead at the forest. "Was this formation present in this forest before this? I have never heard of such a powerful formation covering a relatively unknown place like this before."

Three Prisons Sacrificial Formation