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Demon Immortal

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.

kirupakaran · Eastern
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Let me pay you back for your generosity, master!

"Ahem!" 

Duncan coughed trying to get rid of those distracting thoughts in his head. Leia stood before him obediently. She hadn't moved a single inch since they came here and her obedient posture was making it very hard for Duncan to form coherent thoughts at this moment.

"Ummm, Leia, I…" Duncan didn't know how to broach the subject that it was he who bought her off the slave market.

Hearing him acknowledge her name, Leia's heart skipped a beat. She nervously fidgeted anticipating his next words. Unfortunately, Duncan was also at a loss and was struggling to form the right words at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, Duncan took off his mask and let out a large sigh.

"Take off the mask first, let's get comfortable," Duncan decided to take the plunge directly instead of trying to ease into the subject.