An Lan rushed over and after examining Anda's wounds, she saw that although Anda seemed to be covered in injuries, with even some places revealing stark white bones, the robust physique of the Snowman Tribe meant that with just a bit of rest, Anda would soon recover!

An Lan breathed a sigh of relief, she reached out her hand, gently caressing Anda's body. As she did so, a pure and nourishing Power of Water condensed, continuously healing Anda's wounds.

"Thank you so much," An Lan said with heartfelt gratitude, "If you hadn't arrived in time, Anda..."

The usually indifferent An Lan's face showed gratitude, and her eyes were slightly red.

Ling Feng replied, "Don't thank me, it's what I should do."

An Lan shook her head, "Actually, this is an affair of my Snowman Tribe; you were just dragged into it by me. But rest assured, after two days, once this issue is resolved, our Snowman Tribe will definitely help you find the Origin Water! I swear, you will be able to find it!"

Looking at An Lan's determined eyes, Ling Feng felt moved, gaining the friendship of the Snowman Tribe was an unexpected joy indeed.

It must be said, the physical resilience of the Snowman Tribe was incredibly formidable!

Anda had sustained such severe injuries, yet in less than two hours, he had nearly fully recovered, although the fur on his body had not yet fully regrown, Ling Feng was already quite astonished.

The defeat of the wolf pack attack was a reason for celebration for the Snowman Tribe!

The corpses of wolves were laid out around the tribe, and the Snowman Tribe members methodically skinned them, hanging the bloody pelts on fences to dry, filling the air with a potent smell of blood.

In this attack, the Snowman Tribe had lost thirteen warriors, An Lan did her utmost, but in the end, some were too severely injured and died, which filled An Lan with profound sadness.

On the slope behind the Snowman Tribe's hills, the bodies of the thirteen dead Snowman People Tribe Warriors were laid out in a line, with the surviving Snowman People Tribe Warriors standing solemnly around them.

Ling Feng originally did not wish to participate in their Celestial Burial ceremony, but Anda already considered Ling Feng as the Snowman Tribe's most loyal friend, so Ling Feng was pulled along by Anda to attend!

After An Lan's explanation, Ling Feng also understood. When Snowman Tribe warriors died, a Celestial Burial ceremony was conducted!

"From nature we come, to nature we return," An Lan said softly, "We Snowman Tribe have plundered much from nature, and when we die, our bodies must return to nature, to give back to nature!"

Anda, as the leader of the Snowman Tribe, supported himself with a Bone Spear at the forefront, uttering a deep, sonorous chant that seemed to carry a mysterious melody.

"This is the Soul Calming Curse," An Lan said, explaining to Ling Feng at her side, "This is the Soul Calming Curse that has been passed down through generations of our Snowman Tribe, to bring peace to the souls of each of our departed tribespeople."

Ling Feng nodded gently, and as he listened to Anda's Soul Calming Curse, he felt as if the blood in his body was boiling, as though he had entered a fantastical artistic conception.

Although he did not understand the Soul Calming Curse, Ling Feng could sense a very ethereal power of heaven and earth from within the curse.

When Anda's voice faded, Ling Feng came back from that profound Realm. He felt that his Vitality, Energy, and Spirit were incredibly abundant, and it seemed as though there had been a transformation within his body, but the Soul Calming Curse was too short for Ling Feng to be sure of any specific changes.

"The Soul Calming Curse?" whispered Ling Feng to himself, his heart affirming that the Soul Calming Curse would definitely be beneficial to him. The only problem was that this ancestral spell of the Snowman Tribe was nearly impossible for Ling Feng to obtain.

After reciting the Soul Calming Curse, Anda and the other Snowman Warriors turned and left.

Ling Feng pointed towards the deceased Snowman Warriors and asked An Lan, "Is that it? Aren't there supposed to be ceremonies for a Celestial Burial?"

"The Soul Calming Curse is the ceremony," An Lan replied. "That's what a Celestial Burial is. As for the rest, we leave it to nature."

As An Lan too turned to leave, Ling Feng could hear the sound of powerful cries in the sky. Several Great Sculptures with wingspans of several meters were circling above, clearly having been waiting for this moment.

"Is this the tradition of the Snowman Tribe?" This custom, in contrast to Ling Feng's own beliefs in burial rites, was shockingly different.

Ling Feng took one last deep look at the circling Great Sculptures, then followed An Lan's steps back to the Snowman Tribe's settlement.

After a tally, it was found that the Snowman Tribe had slain a total of seventy-three giant wolves in the battle. This was a significant triumph for the tribe and assured them food for the coming months.

Night fell, and the temperature in the Small World dropped, but nothing could dampen the ebullient spirit of the Snowman Tribe's festivities.

With the victory of the battle and as a welcome to Ling Feng, the Snowman Tribe lit a roaring bonfire in the square. Dozens of large meat racks were brought forth, with wolf meat, wild boar, and deer sizzling atop them. The aroma of roasting meat filled the square, dissolving the lingering scent of blood from the day.

The Snowman Tribe sang and danced around the bonfire, feasting and drinking. Although Ling Feng could not understand their language, he could feel their joy and contentment.

The dances of the Snowman Tribe were simple and to Ling Feng, they seemed more like an expression of emotional release.

Anda sat down beside Ling Feng, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder before handing him a large bowl of strong liquor.

Looking at the bowl that resembled a small bucket, Ling Feng's face changed color. If he downed it all at once, would he even be able to remain standing?

"This is Anda's mark of good will!" explained An Lan. "This first bowl is in your honor. To refuse it would be disrespectful to our tribe."

With a wry smile, Ling Feng said, "Alright, I'll drink. Isn't that enough?"

Cupping the bowl with both hands, Ling Feng took a deep breath, tipped his head back, and gulped down the entire bowl of fiery liquor.

After setting down the bowl, Ling Feng belched, surprised by the unexpected richness and sweetness of the drink, even more mellow and fragrant than the finest spirits from the outside world.

"Excellent liquor!" Ling Feng couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

Seeing Ling Feng drink it all in one go, Anda happily slapped his shoulder and smiled broadly.

Thump, thump, thump! At that moment, a rhythmic drumming arose, stirring excitement among all of the Snowman Tribe. As Ling Feng looked on in confusion, An Lan, with her feet bare as though she were a fairy from beyond the heavens, glided into the center of the square and swayed her delicate body in time with the drumming.

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