Hong Zhao's hands fell to the ground as his head felt as if it would burst open. The cultivator's qi felt as if it wanted to burst through as it savagely tore at his insides. "Kill them with the qi claws my ass!" Hong Zhao painfully and slowly moved his way off the path, just in case anyone got curious. Using the trees to support his weight, he went from one to the next to walk a few minutes into the dense woods. When he felt that he had made it far enough, he sat in the lotus position and took out one of the new qi stones as well as a qi grasping pill and began cultivating as soon as he popped the pill into his mouth.