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

Elder Long frowned slightly as he realized that his prey's presence was beginning to wane bit by bit.

He had been tracking Duncan with his qi signature for some time now. As a Golden Hall expert, the range at which his consciousness could perceive was far wider than the range a Violet Palace realm cultivator could perceive.

And the details he could perceive were also very minute as well. If it had been a Golden Core cultivator who was chasing after Duncan, they would have already caught up with him. Even still, he estimated maybe about five or six more minutes before he could catch up with Duncan.

Unfortunately, his prey had begun to get smart.

Elder Long couldn't help but marvel at Duncan's instincts a little bit at this moment. It was clear that Duncan was nowhere in sight. He had only been tracking via his qi signature. But somehow, Duncan had realized this and started to mask his qi signature.

Seeds of war