I, the Appraiser, Specialize in Collecting Junk from the Three Realms

My name is Mingchen, and I do appraisals at the flea market in the south of the city. One piece costs fifty yuan, the magic weapon is valued at one hundred, and customers from the underworld receive a 20% discount. I thought my life would be so ordinary, until a traffic policeman stopped my electric car. He said that the glowing nebula on my chest was a "Tiandao bug" and was worth 10,000 merit points. If I were to catch it alive, it would be doubled. Immediately afterwards, a judicial god wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses came to the door and said that I was a remnant of the Jiejiao Cult and was wanted in the three realms, and he was to kill me on the spot. More and more "weirdos" began to appear around me: the food delivery guy could fly up to the Rainbow Bridge on a battery car, the space jump on Didi was more accurate than the navigation system, the nine-tailed fox selling milk tea used magic to help customers escape orders, and the grid workers in the street office were the first to rush in and issue a ticket every time the gods got into a fight. They all said that they always had a dream, in which they dreamed that someone shouted, "Master, I'm waiting for you to come back." I glanced at them with the eyes of chaos in my chest - they were all the reincarnations of the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Jiao. And I seem to be the appraiser they are waiting for. Tiandao said that we have redundant data and need to be formatted. The gods say we are the embers of civilization to be harvested. I looked at the noisy group of "rag kings" with different professions behind me, silently opened the WeChat group and sent a message: "@everyone, it's time for a big job. Heaven has a monopoly on cultivation resources, right? Okay - there is no appraisal fee for today's order."