The office of the dean of the Soul Tool Department.
Information on the four books Jiang Hai had borrowed lay on Qian Duoduo's desk. With a wave of his hand, four identical copies from the Soul Tool Department appeared before him. Qian Duoduo glanced at Fan Yu beside him and asked, "Fan Yu, what do you think of this little fellow?"
Fan Yu considered it, then shook his head. "These four books are indeed very suitable for beginners learning about soul tools, but Jiang Hai is taking soul tools far too lightly. If he thinks he can become a soul engineer with just these few books, he's underestimating us. Knowledge gained on paper always remains shallow; to truly understand something, you must put it into practice. Theory is certainly important to a soul engineer's growth, but experimentation and research matter even more."
"Heh heh, great minds think alike!" Qian Duoduo chuckled, a sly gleam in his eyes. "This little fellow thinks soul tools are too simple. He believes he can learn all about them from a few books, but he doesn't know that every soul engineer needs vast quantities of metal to practice with. Soul engineers are gold-devouring beasts, every last one of them. I know this boy's circumstances inside out. Even if he swindled quite a bit of money when he enrolled, he spends it like water. I gave him a chance to learn about soul tools, but none of the benefits a Soul Tool Department student receives. He won't get so much as a single piece of metal from the department. Before long, he'll learn the misery of having no money. Sooner or later, he'll come begging to us."
Fan Yu froze. He hadn't expected Qian Duoduo to have so many schemes up his sleeve. Still, he had