Listening to the Earth for Dragons, the Mo School's Divine Thunder

The afternoon sun blazed so fiercely it seemed ready to crack the stones on the outskirts of Yin Mountain.

Qin Geng did not return to the city. He headed back into the mountains alone.

Yin Mountain stretched for hundreds of miles. Wanger Ridge was only a small offshoot, like a fine root trailing from beneath a great tree.

Since the foreigners had opened up the Underground Dark River, its waters could not pass only beneath the Lin Family ancestral graves.

If they were going to blow it up, they had to strike at its "seven-inch" vital point.

Blast too shallow, and they would block it for ten days or half a month at most. The foreigners had black powder that could blast through stone, so clearing it would only take them a little more effort;

blast the wrong spot, and if the collapse was too small, the rushing water might even widen the channel for them.

Qin Geng walked over thick humus without a Compass in his hand.

The Earth Veins here were as muddled as a pot of porridge. The Compass's Magnetic Needle spun like a windmill, making it useless.

He relied on his ears, the soles of his feet, and the almost instinctive sense for water vapor he possessed as a [Water Lord].

Qin Geng followed Wanger Ridge deeper into the mountains. The ground rose steadily, and the trees grew ever more sinister.

Every hundred paces or so, Qin Geng stopped and lay flat, pressing his ear to the earth and digging his fingers deep into the soil.

"Rumble—"

Ordinary people could not hear it, but to Qin Geng, a giant dragon seemed to be roaring underground. It was the sound of a mighty subterranean current battering the rock walls.

"Not here. The rock's too thick—thirty zhang at