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

Han Shindong's face became ashen as he listened to the information narrated by his subordinate.

Near to him, several representatives of the sect who had arrived in haste after learning about the massacre committed by Duncan stood by listening as well. As the subordinate finished his report, even their faces became very ugly.

"This is preposterous!" one of the Golden Hall cultivators raged.

"This is madness! What do they hope to accomplish by this!?" another asked in disbelief.

The various representatives of the sects clamored in disbelief and anger. They had never heard of such a wanton slaughter being committed by a sect in such an open manner. They really couldn't believe what they heard.

"Are you sure that no one survived?" Envoy Ming asked agitatedly looking at Han Shindong's subordinate.

What a pair of master and disciple!!!