In his hotel room, a medicine cauldron nearly half a meter tall stood before Huo Yuhao. Its entire body was fiery red, and patterns resembling erupting volcanoes covered its rounded walls. A single glance sent an aura of savage power rushing toward him.
Three imposing dragon heads were carved into the bottom of the medicine cauldron. Their gaping mouths formed three interconnected fire passages, which wound inward, their diameters shrinking the deeper they went. Faintly, they seemed to conceal some profound mystery.
At the top of the medicine cauldron, three coiled dragon bodies formed a dark red lid. A special opening in the lid was reserved for adding medicinal ingredients.
Fine, glittering silver-white holes dotted the lid, allowing heat to escape and preventing the cauldron from exploding under high temperatures. A transparent viewing panel made from ice-cold crystal was set into the cauldron's middle section, through which every movement inside could be clearly observed during refinement.
Looking at the medicine cauldron's imposing, lavish appearance, Huo Yuhao nodded in satisfaction. He gently stroked the simple, ancient-looking Black Ring on his finger, and Yao Lao's figure immediately appeared in the room.
"Mm, a three-port cauldron. With your current spiritual power, you should be able to control it," Yao Lao said calmly, glancing at the three dragon heads on the fiery red medicine cauldron.
The medicine cauldrons used by alchemists naturally had different grades. The more fire ports a cauldron had, the higher its grade and the rarer it was. Nor could those ports be made simply by drilling a few holes; the mysteries within them were impossible for an outsider to discern.
The fire ports were the very essence of a medicine cauldron and required extremely precise finishing. The slightest error during construction would turn the entire cauldron into a failed product.