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 stood in front of the region that acted as the buffer between the Ancient Battlefield and the wilderness looking ahead.

If there was no other choice, he too didn't want to step foot in that place. He had read several accounts of the various dangers encountered by Nascent Soul seniors of his sect in that region that, it cast a large shadow in his heart.

So he didn't enter the region immediately.

He was waiting and hoping at this moment. He was waiting to see if his pursuers dared to come after him after knowing where he was headed towards. It would be a test of their determination to kill him off.

At the same time, he was hoping that they would call off the hunt and retreat. That way, he wouldn't have to step into this cursed place. Just looking at the Ancient Battlefield from a distance alone gave him goosebumps.

Entering the Ancient Battlefield