Immortal, Absurd and Deceitful

My name is Wang Sancai, an ordinary salesman in the dirt world. My principle is: everything can be traded, but never get involved in war. I exchange information for supplies, stories for secrets, I just want to do business for a long time in this wasteland called "Demon Realm". Until the immortals from the "clear sky world" came, with their golden crowns and jade shoes, and their immortal aura, they said that we were ugly in appearance and filthy in our hearts, and we must be "purified". They have never seen a washing machine used to subdue the "Crane" ghost, or a teapot used to extinguish the "Sword Intent" beacon. They call this witchcraft and our last act of self-defense as a provocation. The war broke out. One by one, my cherished customers, fellow debaters, and compatriots who created poems and sculptures in the wasteland fell. The network I trade has become the blood vessel of resistance; the neutrality I uphold is vulnerable to extinction. Only then did I understand that some things cannot be traded - such as the right to survive, such as the desire to be understood. They took away everything from me and nailed me to the "evil" pillar of shame. Little do they know that the more fearful they are, the more power flows to us; the more "righteous" they are, the more they forge weapons of destruction with their own hands. So, final deal. With my body that is spurned and admired, with these three divided yet unified souls of mine, I carry all the misunderstandings, unreasonable hatred, and the last, pure kindness of my compatriots. I will complete the last transaction: buying out the future of this infinite war at the expense of the existence of "Wang Sancai". Who is the buyer? Sorry, I won't consult with anyone this time.