Title? I Can't Be Bothered to Come Up with One, So Let's Pretend There Isn't One (4,000 Words)

Lin Tian led the way, guiding Huo Yuhao out of the office. They crossed a corridor and stopped before a heavy metal door.

He took out a key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it a few times.

With a click, the metal door slowly swung open.

A faint metallic scent wafted out.

Beyond the door was a spacious storeroom.

Rows of tall shelves stood inside.

Various Soul Tools were neatly displayed on the shelves—offensive Soul Tools, Defensive Soul Tools, auxiliary Soul Tools, Storage Soul Tools... from Level 1 to Level 6, they had everything.

Huo Yuhao's gaze swept over them, and he nodded to himself.

The Treasure Pavilion's resources were indeed extraordinary.

Lin Tian led him past row after row of shelves to the very back of the storeroom.

Three medicine cauldrons stood there by themselves.

"Sir, please take a look."

Lin Tian pointed to the three cauldrons and introduced them:

"These are all the medicine cauldrons currently in the Treasure Pavilion."

Huo Yuhao walked over and looked at the three cauldrons.

Each one had a different shape.

The one on the left was pitch-black all over, with complex patterns carved across its surface. Its body was heavy, giving it a steady, solid appearance.

The one in the middle was bronze-colored, with a slender body and three legs. A lifelike fire phoenix was carved into its lid.

The one on the right was silver-white all over, its body smooth as a mirror and gleaming with a faint metallic sheen.

Huo Yuhao didn't rush to make a choice.

He closed his eyes and quietly extended his spiritual power, drawing on the strength Sister Tian Meng had given him.

The spiritual power of a Titled Douluo was like invisible tentacles, gently brushing across the three cauldrons.

In an instant, every