Heavenly Taboo: From the Start, I Was a Bird's Egg

I transmigrated as a crow, and my mom is a demon marshal.

She says I was born with an immortal bone, a once-in-ten-thousand-years rarity.

Then she turns around, complains that I'm ugly, and says I take after my dad.

She says cultivation is supposed to be hard, then fills a whole room with spirit stones and heavenly treasures for me.

“Be a good boy and dig in. If that's not enough, Mom has more.”

She says I should keep a low profile when I go out, then leads thirty thousand demon soldiers to blockade the northern border:

“You lay a finger on my son? I'll beat the crap out of you today.”