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

"Are you sure he is headed in that direction?" one of the Golden Hall experts asked Envoy Ming rudely.

Envoy Ming didn't mind the rude tone. Even he was surprised by his findings. And he knew how much Duncan liked to take chances. Let alone this Golden Hall expert who knew very little about Duncan.

"Why would I lie?" Envoy Ming asked calmly. "If you forgot, I lost my hand to that demonspawn. This is the longest trail of his I have found so far. And if you take a look, you will see why I came to that conclusion."

The Golden Hall expert frowned and looked at the trail pointed out by Envoy Ming. He had come across a few patches like this prior to this. He knew Envoy Ming was telling the truth. None of the trails he had found went on for this long.

The Ancient Battlefield