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's mind slowly concentrated on the lone petal in his hand.

The sword aura hidden in the edges was very sharp. Earlier, he had tried to probe them with his spirit consciousness and had ended up getting his consciousness shredded within moments.

So, Duncan didn't try to probe the sword aura in the petal directly.

What he tried to do was to perceive the mysteries behind it by establishing a symbiotic connection with it. So, Duncan enveloped his consciousness with his own understanding of the sword and tried to make it resonate with the sword aura in the petal.

But, Duncan wasn't deterred at all. Rather, he became more adamant in figuring out the sword aura in the petal. Moreover, it wasn't as if he didn't gain anything while trying to make initial contact with the sword aura.

Treasure Box Without A Key