Here’s the rewritten content in a fantasy style, aiming for standard English and a fantastical tone:

A Vengeance Sated: A Mead Hall Overflowing

A draught of vengeance, quaffed deep, is a mead hall’s revelry, where the cup runs dry only when the heart is content.

He poured for himself, a measured stream into a goblet of spun moonlight. To drink alone, to savor the vintage of solitude – enough.

A figure emerged, crowned in filigreed gold, robed in azure gossamer that shimmered with violet light. He bore a luminous white jade fungus, a Spirit Bloom, in his hands, and his feet were shod in silent slippers of woven starlight.

He was a man of perhaps thirty summers, his countenance unblemished, his spirit free of earthly taint, though his features held no boast of mortal beauty.

He was as a Celestial Scion, stepped from a forgotten scroll of myth and wonder, his home among tumbling streams and groves of jade bamboo. Or perhaps a Daoist hermit, wandering from some immortal verse, a dweller in mountain fastnesses, descending to the mortal realm on a whim.

He strolled with the languid grace of one who commands the very earth beneath his feet, each step unveiling a vista of impossible splendor.

Around him blossomed scenes in a riot of colors and form: delicately rendered pavilions and moon gates in ivory ink; sweeping floral gardens in vibrant watercolors; courtyard gardens etched in emerald and sapphire hues.

Ascended to the ranks of immortals but lately, Chen Pingan had merely coaxed a few years from the face of time.

This lane, once Ushahai Street where noble houses clustered, had seen fortunes rise and fall. Now, save for the ancestral mansion of a fallen Prime Minister, and the two grand estates that flanked it, all belonged to the Ma family. A family guided by the ancient dictum: “A shared hearth binds us, division cleaves us asunder.” For thirty years, the Ma had not separated, not split their wealth, their lineages entwined. Secret passages linked the three estates, so half the street now bore the name of Ma.

Within one such courtyard, Chen Pingan, clad in jade-green robes with a sword strapped to his back, lifted his boot from the face of Ma Yan. With a grimace of distaste, he wiped the sole upon a paving stone of verdant malachite. “Ma Yan and Qin Zheng may retire to heal their wounds. Severed wrists, you see. Master Shen’s alchemic salves shall prove of little use, I fear. Seek the rare elixirs locked away in your vault, those labeled ‘A.’ Combine them with tinctures from Master Yang’s apothecary. Even then, use sparingly, for these balms are rarities, each depletion a diminishment. Fortune may favor you, and the ancient spirit of the Elder, her touch of Spring to withered limbs, might graft the severed limb once more. Ma Yuemei, you are free to depart with your kin. Summon Ma Che and Ma Chuan, and Ma Bi. A trade of three for three.”

Ma Yuemei knelt, her fingers trembling as she retrieved the severed hand, still adorned with a jadeite bracelet. She rose, her gaze fixed with burning intensity on the figure in green.

Ma Yan, supporting the nearly fainting Qin Zheng, staggered from the courtyard. He gestured urgently to Ma Yuemei, commanding her with his eyes to follow, to quell her rebellious spirit.

Seeing the woman frozen in place, Chen Pingan inquired, “Can a stare truly slay? If not, remain. Feast your eyes upon me. Perhaps hatred might accomplish what steel has failed to do.”

Ma Yuemei’s long autumn eyes were stained with bitter bile, “Chen, either kill me now, or I swear I’ll see you and your desolate Fallen Mountain…”

Before the curse could fully form, Chen Pingan smiled. He flicked two fingers, tracing a line of incandescent sword-light as easily as one might slice through soft cheese.

Ma Yuemei stared in utter disbelief, glancing down as the beam of light bisected her form. Intestines spilled onto the ground, steaming in the twilight air.

The jade green robed maids, returned from death, now retched and convulsed at the sight of such grotesque carnage.

Chen Pingan, seated upon the steps, drew forth a book. He flipped to a marked page, then raised his gaze to the gruesome scene. “Revenge,” he mused, “is not a steaming dish, rushed to the table. It is a vintage, savored slowly, lest it grow cold before it can be tasted.”

A shifting haze, formless and vast. Ma Yuemei looked about, finding herself within the Ma family shrine, seated upon a chair of polished sandalwood.

Turning towards the source of a voice, Ma Yuemei saw another chair had appeared by the great doors, and a figure sat there with his sword laying across his knees, clad in jade green robes and a jade hairpin in his hair, drinking wine.

This “Chen Pingan” was utterly unlike the demon of the courtyard, the swordsaint who had ended life with a jest.

In Ma Yuemei’s eyes, this Chen Pingan was an icon carved from the stars, his face impassive, his gaze glacial, a god sitting on his throne of bones.

At the same time, a worn brazier appeared upon the altar beneath the ancestral portraits and tablets, and for every “wisp of incense,” the name of a Ma scion was emitted.

Ma Yuemei was horrified to find the dismembered remains of her corpse in the courtyard and, standing nearby, a translucent, phantom Ma Yuemei, weeping and stifling her sobs.

In the courtyard, Chen Pingan turned towards the gate. “Ma Yan, Qin Zheng, allow me to bestow a slight advantage. A trade of two for three. If those two miscreants do not present themselves here within the hour, I shall settle the debt upon your shoulders. Alas, as family heads, such burdens must be borne.”

The couple hastened away, their steps frantic. The fate of Ma Yuemei was of little concern, for the line of the Ma of Apricot Blossom Lane resided in their bellies, and in the sinews of their son, Ma Ku Xuan. A daughter, Ma Yuemei, or a second son, Ma Yan Shan – these were expendable.

Chen Pingan beckoned, plucking a handful of pine needles from an ancient, viridian tree within the courtyard. He cradled them in his palm, then fixed his gaze upon two emerald green clad maids who had been the first to challenge him. “If memory serves, you are known as Chun Wen, and Qiu Yun? Among the sixteen sword-servants, only you two have ascended to the Fourth Realm of martial arts. A feat indeed. Were you anywhere else in all of the world, such youth and prowess would mark you as paragons. Did Qin Zheng, behind the nominal mistress Ma Yuemei’s back, secretly urge you to embrace death in the making and give truth to a false pretense that I am a mass murderer? I can only wonder, what was the bounty of the dead? Or did you simply believe that, having been raised as orphans by the Ma family, you were bound to serve until death?

The two maids of tender years, each adorned in emerald silks, though with subtle variations, were strikingly similar. Chun Wen, with her lithe form and white horn diadem in the fashion of the Yuxuan Imperial Court, and Qiu Yun, heavier and more substantial. She bowed her head, lacking the courage to meet the eye of the sword celestial.

Chun Wen, the maid with the white horn diadem, snarled, “I only lament my weakness. That I cannot harm Chen, not even a single thread. I am unable to even strike a killing blow!”

Chen Pingan smiled, “That, perhaps, is inaccurate. You achieved at least half the bargain.”

With a flick of his fingers, a pine needle, swift as a flying blade, pierced the maid’s brow. Her limbs slackened, and a crimson bead bloomed upon her forehead.

Chen Pingan glanced at his book, at the detailed records concerning the two Ma scions. He smiled, turning to Qiu Yun. “I fear that Ma Yan and Qin Zheng are forgetful. You, who are close to Ma Chuan, would not wish your beloved to die so meaninglessly. I task you, then, Qiu Yun, to travel, and beg a chance to save her life. Remember! Reveal nothing of this place. Not a word. Or I shall send the both of you as star-crossed lovers in the underworld.”

Qiu Yun steeled herself and left the family head’s study, and as she did, the dangerous sword celestial did not halt or harm her.

At the same time, the servant once known as Chun Wen was restored to her former state. In a moment of bewilderment, she put her hand to her brow, where she was shot.

Having died twice in such short order had left her both shaken and resentful. But she rallied her resolve, summoning a veneer of defiance, and spoke, “Is this all the skill you have? Just kill and cut. I am not afraid of death. Don’t think I will beg for mercy from you even if you put me in a lake of knives or oil!”

Chen Pingan closed his book. “A good show, good strength, good heart! But there is no point for one as young as you. So, if you can make a fraction of what Master Shen can do, I assume that you will become a very good henchman. From the night, you will strike down all who opposes the family and keep the celestial priests away from the family!”

The white horned maiden said with a pale face, “I will become a ghost and drag you to my hometown and Fallen Mountain to revenge you!”

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Good. One should repay their debt to the fullest. A promise for a friend and a hatred to an enemy. But I tell you, when you are in a situation that you have no control, do not act violently or glare. Next time, be sure to remember.”

In an instant, another pine needle pierced her brow, hurtling her back against the wall, and with a soft thud, she was dead.

She stood in a dim light, the chilling winds biting her bones, as she looked around, she has arrived in a strange sight.

“Am I dead? Am I in the hell? The gates to the dead? Meng Po’s Bridge?”

She stood at the middle of a muddy path, and she saw an old lady with expensive makeup, and she riding on a horse that does not fit her clothes.

Seeing the maiden on the road, the old lady pulled back her rein and stopped the horse and asked, “Where are you heading to, girl?”

The girl asked, “Old lady, is this the way to hell?”

The old lady said with kind eyes, “Are you heading back to your family? Did you get separated with the others due to the rain? You are mumbling after getting drenched! You should not travel alone, join me and rest at my place and go home tomorrow.”

“Stop trying to trick me! I will see who you are for acting so mysteriously!”

The girl twitched her mouth, her feet turned and kicked the stones on the road, it pierced the air, and shot toward the old lady’s heart. The old lady winced and fell from her horse. After looking at the old lady for a while, she grabbed a dagger and went to kill her. However, the lady was not dead and asked the girl, “Why must you kill me after I have so nicely invited you? You should stay from ghosts and gods!”

The old lady said, “Do not kill innocent people. Good thoughts are all it takes! You have a kind heart and only that will make you live a good life!”

The maiden was disgusted at all the nonsense, she kicked and shot the old lady’s head away.

The head rolled in the mud, constantly saying “wrong again”.

A second later, she was back on the road, and the old lady asked, “Where are you heading to?”

She answered, “Wrong again.” The old lady kicked the maiden to death.

She asked, “Are you wrong yet?”

She asked, “What do you wish to do?”

Ma Chuan and Ma Bi were born in the same family but were not born from the same mother, they were only 1 year apart from each other and were already in their early 20s.

The very angry maiden, Qiu Yun, found them, but did not tell them the situation, she only told them the lord wants them there.

Ma Chuan asked what was happening, but Qiu Yun just bit her lips and said nothing. Ma Chuan was walking slowly on purpose, and grabbed her hands, but was rejected.

When they arrived at the yard, they did not see any of their seniors, or any of the priests.

They only saw the pale green robed maids who stared at them.

The Lord of Ma family has gone through many trials and tribulations but the two families that were close to them were not affected.

Ma Chuan and Ma Bi only saw an unusual jade green robed guy with a sword on the stairs, holding a book.

“A guest? Who might he be?”

Ma Chuan greeted, “Who might you be?”

Chen Pingan waived the book, “No need to be so courteous, we will talk after Ma Che is here.”

Ma Chuan smiled as usual.

Ma Bi was not happy, he thought that the boy was showing off, in this world, it is not enough just to be a prince.

He had heard before that the emperor and queen have visited their manor before. The queen wanted the emperor to give them some gifts, and that was already in their ancestral shrine.

But Ma Chuan only allowed the children to go there.

Ma Chuan spoke with his spiritual strength, “Ma Bi, this guy is a immortal priest, there is no such man in the court.”

Ma Bi nodded, “Looks good, and breathes evenly, he must have practised. Could it be Master Shen’s student?”

Ma Chuan took a few glances at the man and nodded.

All of the attention were at Ma Che.

The last person who came was Ma Che.

Chen Pingan smiled, “Only those who are undisturbed can be great. The stars have aligned for you!”

“But he does not know the path of greatness.”

Chen Pingan stood up and patted his clothes and stepped to them and grabbed them. It was quick and they died instantly.

Ma Che, who was supposed to be very undisturbed, wet his pants. The place stank.

Ma Che only saw the jade green robed priest turned around and smiled.

Chen Pingan asked, “You must be Ma Che. What do you wish to be, a lord of jade or grand tutor?”

After reading, Ma Che’s face was already drained of colour and drenched in sweat.

Chen Pingan smiled, “Do you know why Ma Chuan died? You must answer properly, if not, I will slowly turn your head around.

Ma Che said, “It’s because they like to pretend to be bandits, and did it many times. I do not know how many!”

Chen Pingan asked, “How do you know?”

Ma Che answered, “Ma Bi wanted me to join!”

Chen Pingan said, “You are missing something, you need to say, ‘I rejected him with righteousness.'”

The young boy was suffering, he thought why did no one come to this place to save him.

Chen Pingan asked, “Have you ever killed?”

Ma Che shook his head.

Chen Pingan asked, “Do you wish to kill anyone?”

Ma Che still shook his head.

Chen Pingan smiled, “What do you think of Ma Chuan?”

Ma Che answered, “They deserved it!”

Chen Pingan asked them.

Chen Pingan laughed, the brothers turned their heads over and glared at Ma Che, and wanted to eat them up.

“Go and grab a weapon to kill them, you can use a brick or a desk. You have 15 minutes or they will peel you! If you have sympathy, perhaps they won’t peel you! You should try and gamble!”

Ma Che was stumped.

Chen Pingan smiled, “Times flies, you must hurry. Or are you betting that they are scared of you?”

Ma Che ran to the study and grabbed a paper weight, and an urn.

Chen Pingan wiped passed him, “Scared that they will reveal the truth? It is easy, you can just kill them all!”

Ma Che did not dare to, and grabbed the paper weight.

Both of the brothers glared at him with all their might.

Ma Che cried, “I am unable to! Don’t force me.”

Chen Pingan returned to the stairs, he looked happy as he was hitting his own chest.

Qiu Yun reached out to the study to grab a sword, and stabbed Ma Che to death.

Before her death, she took a good look at Ma Che.

Chen Pingan turned the sword, and shot it back to the study.

The hatred sparked on Ma Che, and he grabbed the heads of both of the men, and mashed the heads, it was a very evil sight.

And they have vomited the entire water in their guts, as they glanced at the jade green robed priest on the stairs.

“Why are you here?”

“I came to help”

“I did not say that!”

“What are you afraid of, you are scared that my master will mass murder people?”

“I did not!”

“So you are scared that we will not stop Chen, he will be mad and not keep his promise?”

“My master will do anything, I will grab the eggs!”

“She won’t stop my master!

Chen Pingan will not be able to get mad and not keep his promise!”

“I know that you have many flaws!”

“Who are you?”

Song Ji gave up being a table sitter and just became a waiter.

“Ma Ku Xuan challenged Shel Yue and Xu Bai!”

“Why didn’t he challenge me?”

“I had people placed in the Ma family! I only have 3!”

“All those in the Ma family are weak, what do you want me to do!”

“You should ask!”

“They were both there, what did they say?”

“They were weak!”

“Are they like Chen Pingan?”

If Chen Pingan asks, I will have to spill all the secrets!”

“I will make their life horrible!”

“Don’t tell them this!”

“It won’t happen again!”

“Gu and Pe, head to the city, I will head to the royal city! We will talk there!”

“You should not, I will go!”

“There should be no one younger than you.

“No! You have to listen to my words.”

“People may have flaws and not listen but they are still friends!

“Let’s see how you fight!”

“You and I are friends.”

“How are all of us so different?”

“Will the mountain have an upside down?”

“Chen is Chen after all.”

“An old man is living under a hut.”

“Are you Chen Quan’s son?”

“How do you know?”

“You are from the door of good!”

“You have a strong heart.”

“What can I do for you?”

“People stories and dramas are all different, don’t take them too seriously.”

People change when they see each other, and you don’t need to take anything too seriously.

A swordmaiden from a jianghu sect travels.

A lord has just been given the gift of becoming an emperor.

But that is the lord’s plan!”

“Why aren’t you stopping me?”

“You can’t kill anyone?”

But that is not what the queen wanted?”

They are not going to die”

All I know is that the priest said that you two can only live, what is your plan!”

Why can I believe this?”

“I don’t like you!”

“You shouldn’t die! But all of you will die!”